brie yorgos | d10 | wip

I've wanted a sister for-freaking-ever. By the time I was ten, jealous of friends with their big families and interesting stories, I'd had this whole fantasy built up in my head - flopped on twin bunk beds gossiping about attractive boys and girls, teaching her how to make all seventy-two types of cheeses we cycled through supplying to old Mrs. Valerian's chain store, racing each other around the stable, the works. So when Mom realized a few things about herself and split up with Dad to marry my stepmom, and Bertie came with her as a package deal, I thought I had things all figured out.

"You always think you have things all figured out, don't you?" Bertie teases.

Yeah. Turns out I didn't. First thing we fought over was the whole cheese thing, back when I had it in my head that Bertie would come around to love all of it if I showed her around and talked about the cheesemaking process nonstop until she got all of it. Honestly, that probably just wound up making her more contrary. Then there were a few other things, like the time an angry flock of geese from down by the river chased us clear across half the district. Bertie said I must've done something to piss 'em all off, but I still think the geese were just being assholes.

At the end of the day though, we're the only ones who get to mess with each other. If the other kids at school try and pull their bullshit on her, I'm gonna back her up, and she'd do the same for me. So I guess I've got the important bits down right.