My Sister, The Beast. By Ava.

I look around, assessing the area, bracing myself for the sudden whirlwind that always, ALWAYS comes. Then,  around the corner she comes, 12 centimetres of pure evil.

Her ratty blonde pigtails, almost reach for me, menacingly beckoning  to me. I think to myself, “But how can something so tiny, be so destructive?” I look at the clashing pink and orange jumpsuit; a dreadful eyesore, it almost seems to blind me.

In my moment of unseeing, she pounces! I dodge her, and run to my bedroom. I slam my bedroom door, breathing heavily, horsley. I have evaded the beast, for now ...