Two of them and one of me

Again this is fictional. I apologize if my story does not fit your standards, but actually I do not. I hope it’s agonizing to read for those of you who dislike it. Also I’m sorry for grammar mistakes or spelling errors, but this isn’t graded and I see no need to spend extra time just to change a few flaws people barely notice. Enjoy.

Mom kissed each of us before turning to leave. I waved goodbye as she left to board her plane. For two weeks she would be away on a business trip leaving me in the care of my two older sisters. As we leave the airport for a moment I see my sisters look to one another, giving each other knowing looks. Once they see me watching them they quickly move to the car and I hop in the backseat.

“Cheer up, Daniel,” Emily says looking at me in the rearview mirror from he front seat. Her honey blonde hair shades the brown eyes we both share and makes it hard to tell whether she’s looking at me or not. So I just nod, looking out the window.

“You’ll be too busy having fun to notice,” Leah chirps up, from the passenger side. Her black hair moves slightly as she talks, although I can’t see her facial expression I know there is a hidden meaning to it. I shrug it off and lean against the window, drifting into sleep.

“Daniel, wake up,” I can feel someone shaking me slightly and open my eyes to see Leah towering over me. She reaches over my chest, grazing my semi-abs to unbuckle my seatbelt. I look to her and she smiles, her blue eyes squinting in the process.

When I climb out we head into the house and it feels oddly silent. Since it’s Friday that means I don’t have to go to sleep early so I head to the tv room and am quickly joined by my two older siblings. We sit on the couch silently as I scan the channels.

“You should probably go take a shower since you didn’t get to this morning. We’ll get a movie set up while you’re in there,” Emily tells me. The way she says it sounds more of an order than a suggestion. So I stand and head to the bathroom. I strip and sneak a glance at myself in the mirror. I have sandy brown hair that came from my dad who left. My chest is defined and has the slight hint of abs, but since I’m only fourteen nothing about me looks that mature, but as I move south there is one exception.