"Hey," Hazel said over her shoulder. "Come look at this- there's a closet inside our closet." "Haha, very funny, Hazel," Zavara said sarcastically. "I could tell when my twin sister is pranking me at this point in life." "No, I'm serious! Come look!" Zavara let out an exasperated sigh, as she stood up from the bed to take a look. "See? I told you!" Hazel exclaimed, watching Zavara's face closely. "I don't see anything." Zavara lied, not wanting her sister to have the satisfaction of being right. "Come on! Let's open it!" "Are you crazy?!" Zavara screeched loudly, not believing her sister's thoughts. "I thought you didn't see anything," Hazel said smugly, crossing her arms. "W-w-well... whatever! How did you even discover this? We've been living here for over ten years! How could we never notice this? You probably just painted that on!" Zavara said, her voice raising with each word. "Someone's stubborn today," Hazel muttered under her breath and then said loudly, "Let's open the door, 'cause it won't open if I painted on!" Zavara bit her tongue, knowing that the door was real, but still said, "Fine!" Hazel reached for the door, but something was blocking her, something invisible. "I can't open it." Zavara blew out a long, annoyed breath, and shrieked, "Enough! Move! Let me open it!" Zavara pushed Hazel out of the way, and reached for the door, but was blocked by some invisible force. "What?" Zavara tried again, to no avail. "See?" "I guess we have a double closet, but one of them doesn't work."
some people don't like how i'm vague but i like my readers to imagine what's happening :D
