I’m sitting in my kitchen in the dark, my elbows on my knees and my hands clasped together. My thoughts hit me one at a time, in rhythm with the second hand on the clock. It's not fair. Tick. She’s a ruiner. Tick. That pretty smile is evilness. Tock. I hope she burns. Burns. Burns. I whip my head around at the sound of the faulty smoke alarm going off again. I almost love it. The screeching that signifies burning. I walk over and shut the old thing off, stumbling over the unpacked boxes. I haven't stayed at this home in years. Last I remember I was 9. There's a photo of me and my sister standing on the rocks near the lake and a family behind us. I treasure that photo. I keep it in a box with all of her other things. My most recent addition to this box is a teal green strand of hair. The same shade as mine was once… “She dyed her hair green. Isn’t she so pretty?” Emily said to me. I turned bright red and snapped. “ I’m changing my hair color as soon as possible. I’ll rip it out if I have to. I don’t want any part of me on her."
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