Bonded by Blood, luvvlifeforever922 [feel good novels .txt] 📗

“Annie! Annie!” I screamed “Let’s go where gonna be late for school”

“Coming, Coming!” She screamed, in that shrill voice of hers. I mean, I love my sister and all but I hate when she uses that tone with me. Ugh. Talk about annoying.

“Annabelle Marie Marks if you don’t come down here right now I –" She descended down the stair in her Annie fashion.

“Ugh you sound like just dad when you say my name like that. God it’s annoying” She said

“Whatever. Let’s go, because as always, were gonna be late”

“ No way is my sister going out that door with me looking like that” she said, looking at me with the look that scared the crap out of me cause that look said ‘I have an idea’ and, to be honest, her ideas weren’t always the brightest or greatest of ideas.

“What? I like what I am wearing” In truth I don’t really like what I was wearing- which was simply jeans, black heels, and an Aeropostale t-shirt; my signature look for the summer -but I have to make the most of it. Right?

“Of course you do” she said, with a tone that was smothered in sarcasm. But I just ignored my half crazed sister. “Now come on and let me get you cleaned up. God your look use to be so cute. What the hell happened?” she asked. I ignored the question

“You are not dressing me up. Again”

“Yes I am. Now stop being a baby and let me do my sisterly duty. Please”

I sighed “Unless you can put some cloths on me in…” I looked at my phone “5 minutes I don’t think so”

“I think I can make that happen” she murmured

“Of course you can” I muttered under my breath to low for her to hear.

We walk up the stairs and there, at the end of the hall to the left, was my room. You could clearly tell which was my room considering it said Katherine, in lavender, across the top of the door. My sister’s room was directly in front of mine, and it read, nice and pink, Annabelle. And of course our younger brothers’ room was next to mine – but thank god there is a gap in between his room and mine because his music gets so loud I can’t even sleep – and it read, in sky blue over the top, William.

I opened the door to my room and inside it looked the same as it had for 17 years except when I was a baby I had a crib in the space were my bed is now. But this is how my room has been, starting on the right side, with one of my bedside tables that has my nerdy glasses there (but I usually wear my contacts), and my bed which is lavender – the color of everything in my room – with black lace trim around the comforter, the bed skirt, and the pillowcases edges, the other bedside table which holds a lamp – also lavender, of course – and a desk against the other side of the wall which holds a computer and books all over it – on the top, on the floor, around the sides, everywhere – and there’s a window, on that same wall where the desk is, which look out to the neighbors house next door, then directly in front of my bed is another window which looks out to the front yard, across from the window is a full length mirror in lavender, next to the mirror is the door to the walk-in closet and next to that door is the door to the bathroom which is exactly where we were heading.

She told me to stay in the bathroom and to not move from there. Which is exactly what I did. I sat in the bathroom waiting. She came back from her room, I presume, with her make-up bag and some clothes and shoes (Since we are twin sisters we are alike in almost every way. This includes being the same size in clothes and shoes). She dressed me up in 2 minutes, did my hair in 1 minute, and did my make-up in another minute. We were walking out the door when she starts talking.

“Oh no you don’t. She exclaimed, “If you think you are walking out that door without looking at yourself in the mirror you are soooo wrong. Come on”

Annie practically hauled me to the mirror just to look at myself. Well that was Annabelle for you. When I got to the mirror I of course had to look at myself but I really looked at myself this time. To tell you the truth I really loved what I was seeing in my reflection.

I looked… I looked… I looked Hot. Me and my sister are identical in almost every way possible, both have the same pale blond hair – except she likes her hair curly with no bangs while I prefer the more straight blond hair with the front bangs look – same height, same skin color (a nice cream-y beige.), same size in shoes and clothes. The only thing that’s different about us is that I have emerald green eyes and she has sapphire colored blue eyes and that we have different size bras. She had a decent B cup while I came out like my mom having a large C cup.

She put me in a off the shoulder lime green shirt which said CHEER! on the front of it with a hot pink tank top under and skinny jeans with lime green pumps – cause we have them in every color possible – with knee high hot pink socks. I love the shirt which is a total surprise cause I usually never wear anything this flashy but I love it because it’s totally not… me – Annie’s sense of fashion is more bright and flamboyant while mine is more sexy but sweet, as people have pointed out in the past. The pumps are so high that instead of my short 5’6 I look like a 5’9 which I love because me and my sister are the shortest ones in the family and we also, kind of, get tired of it. Then she got in the mirror next to me and my self-esteem dropped 10 notches.

We are identical twins, yes, but Annabelle and I couldn’t be more different. She’s always been hot pink and lime green and I have always been lavender and black. She’s carefree, fun, and wild, but is quiet and nice most of the time. She doesn’t have a mean bone in her body – I mean seriously, Annie is never mean to anyone. She loves every one of her family members especially me (so she says) and her friends. Always has a happy spirit and aura around her. I can tell. While I am responsible, and careful, but never quite always loud in comparison to Annie – the only times you see me acting out of the norm is when I go with Annie to parties and get majorly drunk.

But something everyone that knows me will tell you – except Annie of course who thinks I am super nice and caring and sweet –is that I can be the biggest, coldest, hardest bitch you’ll ever meet. I have the worst temper when you get on my bad side. I am usually on good behavior with my friends and family, but then there’s always that one person that presses my buttons at the wrong times – which a lot of people tend to do – and all hell breaks loose. This only happens when I am in a foul mood which, thankfully, didn’t happen a lot over the summer. But other than my bitchiness and the temper I have sometimes, I just stay in my house listening to music – which can get very loud – or reading books until we get invited to the crazy party’s people throw. One of the only things, personality wise, that we have in common is our love for fashion – which I abandon a lot over the summer choosing to wear shorts or jeans with heels and a t-shirt since I only went out of the house when necessary or when going to party’s at peoples house’s, where everyone was either in a t-shirt and shorts or in a pair of jeans – never anything dressy during the summer. But I am going to be going to school now so I need to show off my fashion sense, I thought, and what a great way to start the first day, with this fabulous outfit Annie got me.

Annabelle was wearing the same exact thing I was except the puffy off the shoulder shirt was deep purple and the tank top was lavender the knee high socks were lavender too and the pumps were also a real deep purple. The pumps were the same as mine just in a different color so they also made her look as tall as me.

“So what do you think? Do u like it or loovee it.” Annabelle said emphasizing the love part

“I really love it Belle” I only called her Belle when I was with her alone and we were having a special moment.

“Yeah! I knew you would” she exclaimed

“Ok well since I already saw myself in the mirror can we go now cause we are seriously gonna be late” I said

“Fine. I guess I don’t want to be late either”

“Ok then let’s go”

We ran downstairs and turned left into the kitchen to get our lunches from Aunt Maggie. She really isn’t our aunt she is like our cleaning/cooking lady. She has been with us for more than 12 years. But we all love her so much. She is like a part of the family to us.

“Good Morning Aunt Maggie” I said, jumping on the island that’s in the middle of the kitchen while grabbing an apple that was next to me in a bowl and taking a bite from it. Annie saw what I did and copied me by jumping up on the island next to me and grabbing the other apple in the bowl and also taking a bite from hers.

“Children, children how many times have I told you not to jump on the island. Counters are for food not for sitting.” She said, with the softest