The project is just my cover, the actual story is below in the notes, or rather, story, now. Clover drawing: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/630363279070022367/ Presenting: Four Leaves, Not Five. Sister Clove. By: ambersushigirl, AKA: ME!!!! Hope you like it!
From the moment Clove was born, Ash KNEW she was bad news. Some people asked Ash the simple question of 'why?' And that drove Ash MAD. Because it WAS NOT possible that only SHE was experiencing the total UNFAIRNESS and CRUELTY from her younger sister. Ash's mother, Cinder- Alright. Her name wasn't REALLY Cinder, it was Ella, but Ash knew her mother loved cleaning things, like CINDERELLA, so that was what she called her mother. Ash especially liked that Cinder and Ash sorta matched. Cinder thought from the minute Clove was born, that Clove was pretty, generous, kind, and lucky. Even though Ash wanted to STAB the first three adjectives, she wholeheartedly agreed with the last, only ignoring it when Cinder called Clove the family's "four leafed clover." The first time Cinder had said that, a twinge of jealousy had zapped through Ash. And that had pushed Ash to do some research on clovers, and it turns out a five leafed clover is luckier than a four leafed one. Not like Ash would ever tell that to ANYONE. The only person who DIDN'T scoff at Ash when she told them how annoying her sister was, was Ash's best friend, Willow. Willow was probably the only person who kept Ash sane. This particular day, Willow was coming over for the night while her parents where off on a business trip and a trip to New Jersey to visit brothers, and she and Ash were sneaking around Clove to avoid having to listen to one of her bragging sessions she had on her bragging days. Ahem. Weeks. Ash slipped to the family's front lawn, where Willow was waiting, small black, duffel bag in hand. "Hi," Ash whispered, patio-screen door still open. "Be quiet. Clove is having one of her bragging sessions, and I DO NOT want to listen to the brat blabber about her new medals." "Alright," Willow nodded, pulling her brown hair up, peach hands trying to cover up her purple streak, meant to look like a wishing willow. "I carry the bag, you do the door." Ash opened the door a crack bigger, and she slipped onto the polished wooden floorboards, and silent as a mouse, Willow right behind her. The friends tip-toed past Clove, flipping her blonde hair every half-second, right, left, right, left, her long hair spinning. Her pinning blue eyes spotted a stray of dirty blonde hair. ASH'S dirty blonde hair. Clove started skipping over to her horrified sister, almost managing to grasp Willow's hand before they disappeared in Ash's room. Willow dropped her bag with a THUNK, and Ash snapped back to attention. "Thanks for coming over," she said, handing Willow a few papers, all stapled together. "Practice with me?" Ash remembered the night she'd gotten the packets. It had been at the school talent show, when a father came up to Ash and told her her singing and acting was fabulous. And he had handed her auditioning packets. "I need to practice A LOOOOT if I wanna get on the show," Ash said, thinking of her lines. "Please?" "'Course," Willow nodded. And for the next two days, they practiced. The room was buzzing with people. Or so it seemed to Ash. There was her family around her, so that made four people already. Two receptionists behind them, at least two DOZEN kids around Ash, all with blonde hair and blue eyes, like her, and then there were the six doors in the hall to Ash's right, all filled with people. Ash turned and tugged her mother's to the lady at the desk. "Ask," she hissed. "Tell her I'm here for the auditions." Cinder stepped up, and the lady looked from her desktop. "My daughter is here for the audition," Ash's mother's tone was calm and commanding, authority and soothingness mixed in one. It was REALLY HAPPENING. That was the only thought zooming in Ash's head and bouncing around the walls of her mind. Three weeks of practicing, and I might get the part. Because I'm a TALENTED PERSON. "Hellooooo?" Clove's rude voice cut through Ash's bouncing train of thought. "Jeez Ash, listen UP!" Clove rolled her eyes and motioned to the lady, with a glinting with a name tag that read: Gale. "What your name, honey?" Gale asked, a hint of impatience creeping in her words. "A-Ashely Emily," Ash choked out. This was REALLY HAPPENING! Gale brought out a thin, paper packet and thrust it in Ash's hands, over the counter. "Sit, wait, practice," Gale said, sitting back down. "It's not FFAAAAAIIIIIIIRRRRRRR," Clove moaned. "Why don't IIIIIIIIII get to audition?" "Because," Ash said with a smug grin. She wanted to say: "For the first time, I'M the talented one, not you!" but she didn't dare. "They need a twelve year old. Not a nine year old, like you." "Actually," Gale said, sensing Clove was going to whine and wail all day.
