Sisters – short contest story
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t know. You are my sister.”
“I am asking you not to. You won’t go to her and ruin everything.”
Hannah turned her back to her elder sister and ran away.
Damn it! Mary thought when she ran for her life in a desperate attempt to catch up with her sister.
For a few minutes it seemed like Hannah was unreachable but then the distance between the girls began to decrease. Soon enough Mary drew up with Hannah and they both fell to ground. Hannah tried to speak but she couldn’t get her breath after running. Yes she kept a tight hold on her sister.
“Get off me,” Hannah screamed.
“No way!” Mary was gasping with rage. “You are not going anywhere!”
“Just back off!”
“I will!” And surprisingly enough Hannah bit her sister in the arm.
“Ouch, Hannah! Are you crazy?” The pain was unexpected and so more excruciating. Tears blurred Mary’s eyes and involuntarily she let go off Hannah.
“Please,” Mary asked, “don’t do this!”
“May be I won’t!”
“You have to promise me something.”
Hannah smiled as innocently as you could expect an 8-year-old girl smile.
“Promise me I will be your Maid of Honor.”
“My Maid… Hannah, you are mental. There isn’t going to be any wedding.”
“But you kissed him.”
“I saw you two.”
“You haven’t seen anything. Hannah Elisabeth Adams, you have not seen anything.”
“I am not blind. I saw you and I want to be the Maid of Honor.”
“Nobody is getting married.”
“Okay,” Hannah agreed.
“Okay,” Mary repeated.
“I am going to tell mom you were kissing Nathan.”
“But it wasn’t Nathan.”
“So it was someone else, right?”
“You are too cunning. Gosh, who invented younger sisters? They are such a pain!” Mary exclaimed.
She could not see a way out of the situation. She really would not want her mother to know about James and her kissing him, especially because her mom had expressed it in a clear way that Mary was not to see that neighbor boy.
Mary looked at Hannah searchingly. Could she trust her? Would she keep her secret? Hannah in response looked at Mary.
“I won’t tell anyone,” she said as if she could read Mary’s mind. “Just make me your Maid of Honor.”
“Fine,” she said finally. She wasn’t losing anything, was she. It is not like they planned to get married anyways. She had school to finish.
“Awesome,” Hannah laughed. “Love you, sis.” And she ran back home, Mary following her slowly.
When Mary opened the front door she heard Hannah talking to their mother excitedly.
“Mommy, Mary was kissing James at the lake and they will get married and I get to be the Maid of Honor.”
Mary sighed and went in prepared for another you-are-so-grounded speech.
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