Just a little story, don't know if it's going farther or a one-shot. Nobody said it was simple, and it can get kind of rough at times, but you can't escape it. It wasn't like this was an easy thing you could fly by, but by your own actions. The window shut open as Shay entered the room, desperately wanting to search her sister, and longing for an answer to her experience this past day. The room was covered in hangers and sliders, as well as fabrics that were imported somewhere else, which gave her a more curious outlook of what her sister always made. Shea boomed into the room with her cell phone flat on her cheek, as she was holding other sorts of items for something Shay wanted to know. Shea was blabbering, but had a tired tone,"Yes, I know. Yes.....I know. Yes. Alright. I'll get to it soon. Thanks. Bye." Shea then collapsed on the bed, sighing of relief and tugged onto the pillow of the bed sheets, which was covered in designs probably sewn herself. As Shea was close to sleeping, Shay striped down and fell on the floor, face first. Shea screamed for 5 seconds but then realized,"SHAY! You idiot. I just organized that rack, and now I have to organize it again. Shay snickered, but then had a guilty face,"Sorry. But dude, it doesn't look like I did nothing to the mess you made." Shea frowned,"Mess......OUT." Shay asked,"What" Shea got up, sluggishly, and pushed Shay out of the door slamming her in the face, and before said," I have my own pressure to, ok? Even though we may look the same, but we are completely different. Slam! Shay never had the courage to stay near anyone and became an anti-social fanatic, and stayed by no ones side, feeling the unluckiest of the family. Shay and Shea were both twins, but Shay never felt so unlucky and different, they were like two different worlds. She just kept hanging on.