The Life of Pia

It’s a warm summer morning, birds outside tweeting away, neighbors being friendly to one another, the bright summer shine casting through the tiniest crack of the curtains, what more could you ask for?

I wake up to my alarm on my phone, blaring into my ear.

“BRRRRING BRRRINGG… BRRRRING BRRRRING”

“WAKE THE FUCK UP PIA! WE’RE GOING TO BE LATE”

I check the time on my phone… It’s 7.30am.

Fuck. We need to be at the airport by 9 at the latest so we don’t miss our flight

I jump out of bed, put on my dressing gown and run straight to the bathroom and twist the doorknob. It’s locked. “Hurry up! Who’s in there?!”

“It’s me, can’t you wait!”

That’s my sister, Ashlee (or Ash), the single most annoying thing in my life, she’s two months younger than me but she acts like a fucking five year old all the time. She always was competitive in sixth form too, she was always trying to one up me in every way she could, including stealing men from me and it sucks.

We basically look the same, the only thing is her boobs are way bigger than mine, and that’s always what men want. Other than that we are all the same, both have the same brunette hair, the same body (being relatively skinny), same ass size, height (roughly 5″10 FYI) EVERYTHING ELSE! BUT SHE JUST HAS BIGGER BOOBS AND THAT STEALS EVERYONE FROM ME!

But it doesn’t even matter, we are both going separate ways when we go to university, so I can finally have no competition, other than other girls obviously.

Click!

I hear the door unlock and open to my sister, with towels on her head and on her body, showing the pasty skin on her wonderfully smooth legs and the cleavage being shown from her huge boobs.