Backdated to November

Sahara sat on her board, on the side of the house, nose buried in the latest adventure, her mind far away in India, learning an intricate dance. She was waiting for her brother to finish their chores so they could head to movies. She didn’t think too much about how if she did her own chores, they could have left earlier, but she complained she hurt her ankle and her brother just shook his head and gave her a pointed look. He’d long since given up arguing with her, when she set her mind to something she rarely gave in. As far as their relationship went she was the boss, even if he was her older brother.

“You know mom’s going to fuss at you when she find out you unloaded your chores on me again … I’m starting to think you like being grounded,” her brother said in a bored tone.

“No one said you had to let me … pansy,” she growled the last word, shoving her book into her bag and grabbing her board up, “you know, you could just not tell her.”

Everest rolled his eyes at his sister and frowned at the word she often chose to call him because he found it pointless to argue with her, “our parents are perfectly capable of figuring it out for themselves … next time you’ll do your own chores; movie be damned … so lazy.”

Sahara rolled her eyes, “no you're just easy … ugghhh just get your bike and come on … we have to be back before dad get’s here.”

Everest really wanted to smack his sister most days and was tempted to just forget the damn movie, but his friends were going and he’d been waiting forever to see the next marvel movie. He glared at her and went to retrieve his bike, hopping on it and riding right past his sister. “Course vous,” he shouted pedalling off down the street.

“Vous le cul,” she muttered angrily, dashing behind him, throwing down her board when she hit the street and pushing off after him. She would have to take a shortcut, if she wanted to beat him, but she wasn’t going to let the cheat win like that. “Brother’s,” she growled, turning down the street that dead ended. She hopped, board and all, right over the curve and onto a slightly secluded path, roughly paved and cutting through a couple back yards separated by woods on an incline. It wasn’t the safest path, but she’d done it before.

She pushed hard and grinned while she jumped the curve on the other side of the path and her brother was a good distance behind her, “mange ma poussière!” She laughed and pushed again riding easy seeing their friend come into view, turning right into the driveway and hopping off the board.

“LATE,” one of their friends said, “as always. Come on we're going to miss the previews. We almost left you.”

She laughed as she hopped into the van behind her friend and frowned as she was pushed by her brother as he climbed in huffing, “... you cheater … no shortcuts.”

She cut her eyes over to him, “... no headstarts,” she hissed.

“Will you two cool … jeez … get along for like 5 minutes … Sahara I know it's your fault we're going to be late … it always is … so you’re buying popcorn.”

Sahara rolled her eyes, “Oh vraiment... hmmm on verra.”

Everest frowned at his sister and his friends chuckled, “we’re so glad we start french this year.”

Everest laughed, but he doubted it would matter, his sister would still say things under her breath, they would just be in Japanese. Too bad for her, she didn’t take to the language as easy as he did, despite being introduced to it, at a younger age. She could speak it well enough though.

Sahara, “harty har har … one bucket and no more.”


“Alright Miss Sassy pants, them frilly panties all bunched up,” one of Ever’s friends teased and Sahara just gave him a pointed look.

“I heard Caitlyn was coming …,” she murmured lowly, “... it would be a shame if she thought you felt she smelled like fish.”

Everest gaped at his sister and gave a look that told her to cool it, while his friend groaned, “dude your sister's a pig.”

Everest arched a brow, “... still my sister … I’d suggest you watch you mouth.”

One of the girls laughed, “the twisted siblings … chill Aaron, you know she's not going to do it. That’s what you get for teasing her.”

Everest shook his head, Sahara would most certainly do it. She looked too smug, grinning at her friend when she was defended.

Sahara rolled her eyes and sat back thinking whether the new Black Panther movie would be as good as the first, but also hoping no one started crying. She got it, Chadwick was awesome, but people were ridiculous. She turned and looked at her brother who raised a brow at her. She rolled her eyes again and said, "nothing."

She turned toward the window pressing her forehead to the cool glass and letting her mind wander.