Sarah & her sister

Sarah was a stubborn girl. And for a 9 year old she seemed as though she was 12. She had her best friend who was 12; friends at school were just leaving the school since they were in gr.7. Sarah found it awfully hard to make friends they same age as her. Sarah had a sister that was 13 and a brother that was 7 Mickey and Jay. She was closest to Mickey no doubt since it seemed as though they were only a year apart. Jay was hardly ever home because he had so many friends that he was constantly going to birthday parties. Sarah knew a lot of things people in her class didn’t know. Not because she was way smarter but because she was in to different things. She had dropped Barbie’s as soon as she had seen a magazine. She stopped wearing yoga pants as soon as she saw sweats.
She stopped wearing nightgowns as soon as she saw pajama pants. And it was all because of Mickey. She looked up to Mickey. Mickey let Sarah play with her friends and her. Then one day Mummsie and Dad asked Sarah why she never hung out with people her age and Sarah didn’t know what to say so she burst out in to tears and ran away. Mickey put down her magazine and asked, “What year was Sarah born in Dad?” “1993” Dad answered “WHAT! But its 2005 now so she would be 12! How could you get your daughter so wrong no wonder she acts so much older and looks so much older too”, Mummsie looked horrified “How could you?” she asked Dad “how do you think she is gonna take this?” I’d go tell her…” Mickey started “but its your mistake you will have to go through the amount of screaming there is going to be, you started it after all. Now if you excuse me I would like to go for a walk. I am not to keen on hearing the racket that is going to come from my dear sisters mouth.” “Thanks your some help.” Dad said, “She is right you know, we made the mistake we have to let her know how old she really is.” Mickey was getting her coat on and left the house. Sarah had always thought Mickey was the most beautiful person she had ever seen. Long black hair, thick eyebrows, and flaming green eyes that was like lasers, which glowed. She usually
Wore black shirts and jeans. Sarah was lying on her bed with her blonde hair spread out and her deep dark brown, huge eyes shut. She was also beautiful. Just did not see it.

“Sarah” Mummsie said “Sarah!” Dad shouted. “Listen to us! Right away!”
Sarah opened her eyes, looking as huge and beautiful as ever. “Mummsie, Dad” she said with a nod “you have my attention” “You were born in 1993 correct?” Dad asked. “Very sir” she said. “Have you given much thought to that?” Mummsie asked “No” Sarah answered; her father gave her a sharp look. “Ma’am” she finished. “Well if you do the math correctly, you are 12”. Mummsie finished.

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” Sarah said full of rage, “We didn’t know until now,” Mummsie explained. “Oh” Sarah said still confused but didn’t want to go on with the most odd convocation she had ever experienced. She flipped over so her mother would know that the answer was no to dinner. “C’mon Sarah have some dinner” Mummsie said “muffsluf” Sarah mumbled “I guess I should take that as a no” Mummsie said indeed” Sarah said. “Ok well I will send Mickey in here to talk to you when she gets back if you want?” “Back? Where was she?” Sarah asked “Oh! She went for a walk” “yeah? Why?” “Oh umm she just wanted to.” “Yeah…you can send her in.” With that Mummsie walked out and in to the kitchen. A few seconds later Mickey walked in. “ridiculous eh?” she asked, “Yeah…I’m kind of actually insulted by it…” “Well, no kidding they were lets see…3 years off, harsh” “it’s a harsh world” Sarah replied. “Well vacation starts tomorrow, we can get back at them then can’t we☺?” Mickey joked.

“So…what’s all this about a walk?” Sarah said and gave her sister a tickle. Mickey didn’t answer. “What about school? Are you going to continue grade 4 or move up to grade 7?” “I don’t know. I am clueless really I don’t know what is to come of me.” “Something good” Mickey said “No matter what I swear” “hah.” Mickey took out wish dust she had picked up from Dust’s Dollar on her walk. “Make a wish” she told Sarah and close your eyes tight! ☺” “Ok” Sarah said. And she wished inside her head: I wish I could be in grade 7 just like all my friends, yet look much more mature as well. Before you knew it Sarah’s eyes became even more beautiful and big, and she was wearing a pink fluffy mini skirt and a white blouse with nametag saying: Hello I am Sarah Baxter a senior at New York school elementary☺. Sarah was so happy she looked over at her self in the mirror. She was wearing lip-gloss and looked much older. She looked over at Mickey she wrapped her arms around her and said thank you. Sarah started to cry because she was so happy and thankful she had such a lovely sister. “Love you” she said.

And she always did.