The Tradition's Nightmare by scriptor-scriptorum, literature
Literature
The Tradition's Nightmare
Sarah lay on her bed, staring at the glowing green numerals projected onto the ceiling above her bed.
11:59 PM
The colon between the hour and minutes blinked on and off, ticking away the seconds as she lay, sleepless and restless, in the apartment she shared with a friend.
She and Rachael were juniors now, both students at...some acronym. It didnt really matter where she went to school; she felt just as out-of-place here as she did at home, with her dad and stepmom and little brother. Half-brother, technically.
She pondered her strange relationship to her brother for a moment, wondering to herself at how protective shed become