MisfitA Story by Ellie VeniceVenice is serving her punishment for her troubles.Green, it’s everywhere. So much green. My parents always thought it was a soothing color. Now being surrounded by it, it’s very annoying, boring even. Even the door is green. I’m locked in a green storage closet. Why green? Storage closets should be white or gray or some other boring beige-like color, but not green! I’m nearly going insane. My parents want me to learn my lesson, but instead I’m going insane! “Honey, this is the last time I’m going to ask you, did you have sex with Thomas?” my mother asks through the door, sensing my nerves bouncing. “Yes! Yes, I slept with him. I had sex with him and the whole shebang! Are you happy? Let me out of here!” I hate things that aren’t the colors that they should be. I hear the door rattle as a key is turned. “Promise me you’re not going to kill your sister.” My mother looks at me as she opens the door. Her eyebrows shoot up, demanding an answer. “Fine, I won’t kill her.” When she finally lets me out of the closet, I rush out and towards the fridge. Someone slaps my hand. “Only the good girls get the good food. You can go over there and get something,” my sister says as she points to the pantry. Normally, I’d fight with her. Right now I’m way too hungry to even try. “Oh. So you’re too scared to fight me today? That’s too bad. I was prepared to argue that Thomas only did you in order to get to me.” I turn and take deep breaths, trying to keep my temper in check. Her perfect golden hair is spilling over her shoulders, recently bleached. Her mascara covered lashes flutter delicately, revealing her overdone smokey-eye makeup. She purses her perfect-sized red-lipstick covered lips. Personally, I think she wears too much makeup. I’d tell her but I hate her. She tugs her shirt down the slightest bit to reveal some of her cleavage. “Anyways,” she starts. “I doubt he even wanted to sleep with a lesbian as s****y and desperate as you.” She turns her back to me. One second I’m five feet away from her, the next I’ve got her turned around and my mouth on her neck. I bite down as hard as I can as she screams and struggles beneath me. Her breasts pressing against mine as she tries to push me off her. My arms wrap around her tighter as my lips find her mouth, muffling her pleas. She tries to bite me as I take her tongue and suck it. Her nails claw at my neck, turning me on even more. Finally, I feel my father’s hands pulling me back. All I can do is give him and my sister a lazy smirk. “You promised your mother you wouldn’t hurt her.” “No, I promised her I wouldn’t kill her.” My father never lets go of my arms. My mother enters the room, horrified by what she sees. “Oh, Thalia, darling.” My mother covers her mouth as she crosses the room to hold my breathless, crying sister. “Venice, I cannot believe you.” “I can.” My older brother, Bryce, walks in. He replaces my father’s hands with his and whispers in my ear, “You couldn’t just hold back, could you?” I hear the disappointment in his voice. I look at him and try to explain. The look he gives me says that we’re going to talk about this some more, in private. “Venice, you’re grounded and you are going to help your sister for the rest of the week,” my mother announces with finality. My father exits the room as my sister starts crying and pleading to change my punishment. He never gets involved with family situations. “Mom, please. I don’t want to be anywhere near her. Please!” A look of regret crosses my mother’s face. “Ok, let me think of something else,” she tells Thalia. “You are still grounded, though. Off to your room,” she says to me. © 2017 Ellie VeniceFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorEllie VeniceRoanoke, VAAboutI am a young writer and still am in grade school. I am in need of some feedback from people who aren't biased because they know me. Most of my stuff is crap but I like to write and have other people r.. more..Writing
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