Cursed - The next

Chapter 6 - Josie

"Lizzie", I beat firm against the door of my sister, in which I actually live. But this morning she decided to lock me out, who knows what to do. "Just let me in," I demand further.

"No," is the only answer I get. "Yes," I say in a straight line: "We have to get ready for school." "I'm almost done," she explains to me: "Then you can come in." "Alright," I lean against the wall, waiting for her to finish. Talking to my sister does not help anyway. Her will is way too strong and my heart too good. Anyway, most people say that they spend a little time with me.

In fact, after some time the door opens and my twin comes out. The blonde has tied her long hair, much longer than my own brown, into a high braid. She wears a white cropped top with dark high waist trousers and dark blue sneakers. When I see that, I can not help rolling my eyes. That's so typical Lizzie. How can twins be so different?

"Finally finished?" I ask. When she nods, I slip past her into my own room. I will not lock the door behind me. Why should I too? As I know Lizzie, she's just going to the bathroom to brush her teeth, then eat and then brush her teeth again. She does that almost every morning. Like a ritual. A completely unnecessary ritual.

Quickly I take off my pajamas and open my own half of the closet, which I share with my sister. I take out what I usually wear on Mondays. First the skirt with the blue checked pattern, and a dark tights, and then the thin yellow sweater. Quickly I put my clothes on and start to comb my brown hair.

Briefly, I look at myself in the mirror. I look the same as always. There's nothing special about me. Every day, I stare at the same hazel eyes that I share with my two sisters. Brown hair, the same school uniform look I chose at the beginning of this school year. Although it is not obligatory to wear a uniform, but you give us the opportunity. So I'm not the only one running around like that. My sister, however, is on her own look, so it's not that hard. If someone says that twins must be like each other, we are the perfect counterexample. Fortunately. After all, I am myself and not a copy.

When I finally finished my hair, I take my schoolbag from my desk and take it downstairs. Arrived in the kitchen, I let myself sink to my place at the kitchen table. I place the bag next to my chair so I can take it in time when I have to go. After all, my two sisters tend to just leave the house shortly before and since we all go out together, that's also my daily problem.

"Good morning darling," my mother greets me and puts a little scrambled egg on my plate: "How did you sleep?" "All right," I begin to cut the yellow mass slowly, before I put it in small bites in the mouth.

My two sisters do it to me. I do not know why they are so quiet today. "What's the weather like today?" I begin to talk about banality so as not to have to dine in silence. "Not sunny, but not really rainy," my mother explains: "Fortunately, the storm is already over." "But it can come back anytime", my sister jokes: "In this city you never know." A big grin appears on his lips. While it is not so funny if you live here long enough and have to endure, but it is unfortunately also the truth. The rain just keeps setting in, without any omens or anything else. No gray clouds, no dark sky, no special smell that could warn you of the storm. Just nothing! Nobody says anything anymore.

As soon as I'm done, I rise and ask my sisters questioningly, "Can we go?" Lizzie nods and Kaitlyn quickly stuffs the last bit of her meal into her mouth as if her life is hanging from it. She would never leave her food. Especially not for the school. I really wonder how she manages to stay that thin. I suppose, if I eat only a bag of chips, while my sister seems even thinner. Life is so unfair! But I should not complain. Neither are my sisters.

I put on my jacket and then put on my backpack. The others need much longer than me for this. But they too are luckily finished someday. Fortunately, I manage to grab the car key fast enough: "I drive." Otherwise, Lizzie is always the one who grabs him first. And that's where I prefer to run.

Sometimes I really wonder how she got her driver's license and why the police did not take her from her, as curvy as she drives. You might think she would drive permanently intoxicated.

Lizzie sulks, but I just ignore that. I walk through our front yard to the car and tear open the driver's door. Elated, I step in and wait for my sisters to follow suit. "Can not I even do that?" Kaitlyn asks, "One of you is always driving, as if I did not exist." "Next time," I try to comfort her. Although she is somehow right, but that has nothing to do with the fact that she does not exist for us. Maybe it's true that Lizzie and I are not as close to her as we are, but that does not mean that she does not exist for us. We are just twins. Our bond is stronger, but Kaitlyn is still my sister and it will always be. Because we associate more than just the fact that we are a family. Much more! Something much bigger than the family.

To stop thinking about it, I start the engine. We have been talking too much for too long. I'm not in the mood to be late.