“Whatcha doing?” I pushed my long, dark, coffee hair out of my face just in time to see Jolie lob a fistful of reddish mud into my face. Stunned, I was rooted to the spot, sharp rocks digging into my white feet, before a devilish smile cut its way onto my complexion. I catapulted two handfuls of …show more content…
I was the wicked one in our trio. I ate bugs, dug holes in the dirt, stole erasers from book fairs. My twins just giggled and encouraged me and my pride. My wild soul pushed me into the water. The rocked shifted under my feet as I tore deeper, deeper, deeper. I was suddenly in the middle and there was no rocks under my feet. A movement by my feet ripped any hint of pleasure from my mind. The water was suddenly ice cold and I was alone in a dark corner. Monsters, my wicked mind threw at me maliciously. As hard as I tried to push down the thought, it was tattooed onto my …show more content…
Maya, they named her. Maya was adorable, she was everything I could have wished for, yet I sat miserably - she had taken my parent from me. The shiver of loneliness eased away as I watched the fish. Suddenly I was not the eldest child pushed onto other people. I was not the bad child who never followed the rules. I was a Anissa and I had a pearly friend.
And then it was dead.
I jerked back in horror to stare at the man who clutched the spear. The monster had come from behind and killed my angel. On the tip of his spear was my white fish. Dead. My jarred mind shut off. Dead. It was as if my blood stopped moving and my heart gave up trying to make it. Dead. Tears bled down my face. Dead. The poor thing hung on his spear; bloody and worthless.
I heard the twin’s father, Michael, come up behind me. He began to converse with that demon-man. I felt my spine give out and the smooth rocks welcomed me. He pushed me up and but my dead body did not care.
“What do fish do?” I asked