◖-Bored-◗ A short story by Tangerine_Freckles ◖Part 2 of 2◗ Marge looked at the pool's reflecting surface her face set in a frown. The water's face shimmered and moved in the almost constant summer breeze. Swimming wasn't a thing that She particularly liked or excelled at. In fact she didn't even know why she had contemplated jumping into the pool for the rest of the morning. Being bored really was getting to her head. " Hey Neighbor!" Marge jumped her head snapped in the direction of the voice and she blushed when she saw that it was her cute blonde neighbor Evan. His head of poking above the fence dividing their yards. Marge waved her lips glued together. Anxiety creeped up her spine and she wondered if he had seen her leap a foot into air. "Hey..." She waved again before turning away from Evan. When she looked back at the fence a moment later he was gone. Marge headed back inside and plopped down onto one of the wobbly dining room chairs. She blew a strand of curly hair out of her face. Boredom was creeping its way quickly back towards Marge. She slumped forward resting her forehead on the cool mahogany table. " You really are sad," Marge flipped over her head lazily her frowned deepened when she saw Emily leaning over her. " Go away you heathen..." Marge buried her face in her arms. " How rude!" Emily feigned hurt and crashed down into the seat across from her big sister. " So how are you spending this completely uneventful Sunday?" Marge internally rolled her eyes and looked up a fraction of an inch. " Nothing," She buried her head back into her folded up arms. " Wow how exciting! I envy you," " Shut up you wench," " You call me that all the time, it doesn't faze me," " Dang it," Emily reached across the table and stroked her sister's soft conditioned hair. She missed this. The banter. Harmless name calling, Joking. For the past year they had grown apart. They both barley talked to each other and when they did it was hostile and brief. Emily blamed a good bit of it on herself. She continued messing with Marge's hair. She ran her slender, freckled fingers through the bouncy curls and admired the way they popped back into place after every comb. " You want to head to or something?" Emily broke the silence. Marge Lifted her head up all the way. Emily retracted her hand and placed them both flat on the table. " Where do you want to go?" Marge asked her Voice drowsy. " We could go to the park," Emily offered with a shrug of her narrow shoulders. Marge scrunched up her nose and shook her head. " Nope. Next idea," " How about a movie?" " Still nope," " Oh my god your impossible!" Emily cried. Throwing her arms up into the air. " I don't...I don't feel like going out..."Marge's voice was small. Emily felt her stomach drop she new that whisper. Emily knew what was 'wrong' with her sister. Social Anxiety, Depression, That constant hard pressure she felt in the pit of her stomach. That's why she was home-schooled, had an abundance of therapists and acted like she non-existent for most of her life. Except around Emily, She had been an exception. The one that was able to be close, To break down walls. Piece by reenforced titanium piece. But Emily thought she was better, that the meds had been working. Now like a punch to the gut she realized it had all been fake. Marge had been pretending. Marge was not okay, Marge needed her sister. Emily grabbed both of the Burnette's hands and squeezed. " It's okay we can stay inside," " And be bored?" "Yeah and be bored," ◖End of part 2◗ ▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞▞ Released-5:55pm Friday 2/8/23 3/2/23- ❤️'s project!!! (⊙ˍ⊙) ( I have never felt so proud)
