“Yeah, what’s the big problem?” I asked, raising my
eyebrows. I looked down.
“You know this is the nationals and I don’t want my
family to be lame supporters,” said Avery, her arms folded.
“Here comes another tantrum,” I mumbled.
“You seriously need to get a grip, Scarlett or you
will be totally out of hand when you’re a teenager,” said Avery. “Anyway, I’m
off, Kiera’s waiting for me.” As soon as Avery left, I slumped down on my bed…
Ever since I quit surfing, me and Avery have drifted
apart. We used to hang out together, have the same interests, and laugh at the
popular kids. We used to be Twin Sisters. After I started doing different
things, Avery acted snobby. She acted as the popular kids were royalty. We
didn’t have the same interests. We hardly even talked to each other at school,
let alone play together. I wish we could be the twin sisters we used to be. I
shook away my thoughts and stood up. I had to figure out a solution, it needed
to be stopped…
I
trundled downstairs, to find a solution but to find Mum yelling on the phone.
All I could hear was ‘Ave, no surfing, get a grip,'
Ave was what my Mum called Avery. She calls me Carly.
“We’ll work something out,” yelled Mum, before
slamming her phone on the table. She turned around.
“Hey Carly, didn’t see you there, Avery’s surfing comp
got put on hold because the lifeguards had an accident and we need to help raise
money,” said Mum.
‘Oh great, another problem’ I thought.
“And…” hesitated Mum. “I thought it will be a lovely
opportunity for you and Avery to make a bond,” she said.
“But that won’t work,” I practically scream in my
head.
"But it won't work," I say calmly, but on the inside I was fuming.
"Remember Sisters are sisters through thick and thin, remember, you might have lost each other once, but you're still twin sisters,"Mum reminds me. It was what Mum used to tell me and Avery when we had mini-fights like who got the last chocolate bar.
But the idea of my Mum’s ‘fundraising’ idea was worse
than I thought.…
“Why are you getting your hands dirty?” asked Avery,
wrinkling her nose.
“That’s what you’re supposed to do,” I said, mixing
the dough. I couldn’t believe Mum said I had to cook with Avery.
“Why are you so mean,?” said Avery, sticking out her
tongue.
“Sorry, but I’m not a mature buffoon like you.” I
replied, putting the dough in the oven.
“Look, I’m sorry about how I acted since high school,
I was just stupid,” said Avery, staring out to the distance.
“What, like always?” I say but I stop when I see Avery, arms
folded, “Sorry, it’s been a long time since you didn’t be mean.” I said.
“I’d thought you’d never forgive me,” said Avery
hugging me. “Ewwww, dough alert,” said Avery stepping back and laughing.
“Sisters are sisters through thick and thin, remember, we might have lost each other once, but we’re still twin sisters,” I said, smiling at the joke Mum told me.
“Sisters are sisters through thick and thin, remember, we might have lost each other once, but we’re still twin sisters,” I said, smiling at the joke Mum told me.
“Gee, I wonder where you heard that,” teased Avery.
Then we laughed, we were back to normal.
