‘Where are you going tonight?’ my sister Bailee asks as I dab my lips with a tissue, ‘and why are you getting ready here, not at the pack house in your room.’
I glance at her through her mirror, ‘I thought you’d like to see me’ I pouted, ‘what, now I’m twenty one I’m not cool anymore? My sister can’t be seen with me?’
Bailee rolls her eyes at my dramatics, ‘you know what I mean’ she grumbles from where she’s sitting on her bed, cross legged. ‘You haven’t been over since the whole . .’ she drops her voice dramatically, ‘claiming fiasco.’
I laugh at her theatrics, ‘it’s OK, you can say it out loud’ I mock whisper playfully, ‘it’s not like you will summon a demon if you say their names.’
My sister sticks her tongue out at me which I return. ‘Ugh’ she groans, ‘I can’t believe my sister has
