Leta and Kimmi
"Hey, Kimmi, you gotta wake up."
The insistent sound of her sister seemed as if it came from a distance, and Kimmi rolled over in bed as if she should physically escape from it. She buried her head into her pillow and groaned into it, pushing her eyes closed in an attempt to fall back asleep. Kimmi really was not a morning person. She never had been, and she was sure that she never would be. If she had her way, then she would sleep through until around midday - a luxury only allowed to her when she was sick. She had never understood why the staff at the camp insisted that everyone should be awake before the sun, and then stood around in the cold before they could eat. To her, it was a moronic and archaic tradition that was nigh on torture.
"Kimmi! Seriously, we need to leave before we're late. For Gods' sake! Why do you do this every morning?" Leta's tone had become harsh and irritated. They had the same ritual every morning. How difficult was it just to do as she was told? Every morning they had this argument, and Leta supposed it was like trying to get a child to go out. It was struggle after struggle, before they would undoubtedly have a heated argument, which would be resolved by Kimmi's lower lip trembling, and Leta going off to sulk. Well...it wasn't always like that. Leta felt bad for thinking so poorly of her sister, but she couldn't help it. She really needed to get her act together.
Leta turned and went to her sisters' dresser, where she pulled out some clothes. Leta was already dressed in some baggy pants and a jacket, with her hat concealing her short hair. That was the one major difference between the two twins - that one had ridiculously long hair, and the others' was a lot shorter. Leta knew her appearance was kind of boyish, but she didn't care. At least she was comfortable in her clothes. The jeans and shirt she threw at her sister landed on her head, and the only reply was a low groan of irritation.
"Come on!"
"Okay! Fine! I'm getting up!"
Kimmi sat up and scowled at her sister, before sighing and untangling her legs from the blanket. The other girls that they shared their Block with were already up and dressed, with some of them on their way out for Roll Call. Kimmi rolled her eyes and stood up, watching as Leta grinned at her teasingly.
"Nice bed head"
"Is it really that bad?"
Kimmi tugged off her pajamas as she went to examine the state of her hair in the mirror, and groaned with resignation. It seemed today would be a bad hair day. Her dark brown locks stuck out at all angles, and her natural curls were unruly and rebellious. She glanced at the clock on the wall as she began to change her clothes, and grimaced as she saw how little time she had left.
"Can you pass me my brush?" Kimmi asked her sister as she pulled on her socks, dressing so hurriedly that she really did look as if she had just gotten out of bed. Leta threw the hair brush over to Kimmi, who caught it without looking. It was something that she did naturally, without even thinking. The two just managed to live happily and easily side by side, even during the times that they fought. Standing, she tugged the brush through her hair in an attempt to tame the mess that sleep had created. There were dark shadows beneath her eyes, as usual, but they would lighten as the day went on. Turning to her sister who was waiting for her impatiently as she gave up with her hair, and just tied it back out of the way, she was met with a raised brow and the question.
"Are you ready yet?" The sarcasm in her tone and the irritation in her voice was just a front, and they both knew it. Really, Leta looked at her sister with something like a pang of jealousy. Even when she didn't look her best, she still looked pretty good. Leta wondered what it would be like to look as feminine or as attractive as her twin did, and sighed inwardly. She'd never be that person, and she wasn't so good at pretending to be either.
"Yep. Come on," Kimmi slipped her feet into a pair of boots and then zipped them up, before moving forwards and taking her sisters hand, "We'll be late". Kimmi pulled Leta along with her, leaving their Block to join the people who were already heading towards the courtyard where they all stood each morning. Ahead, they could see the congregation of boys from one of their Blocks as they wandered over to take their places. In the crowd, a pair of red heads stood out, and Leta and Kimmi exchanged grins at the sight of red in the wash of blondes and browns. It wasn't that they thought that it was weird or anything, it was just that they could both appreciate how the colors made them stand out. Ahead, on the platform were two individuals that had frightened the twins since they arrived. Neither had ever had a proper conversation with them, but the reputation of Dr. Barns was not kind. Leta squeezed Kimmi's hand as they took their place, waiting impatiently for everyone to arrive so that they could return to the warmth of the inside. On the other side of the courtyard, a car had just drawn up, from which emerged a pair of twins who looked bewildered and confused. Leta felt Kimmi's curiosity, but they kept silent, as was the unwritten rule of the courtyard.
The insistent sound of her sister seemed as if it came from a distance, and Kimmi rolled over in bed as if she should physically escape from it. She buried her head into her pillow and groaned into it, pushing her eyes closed in an attempt to fall back asleep. Kimmi really was not a morning person. She never had been, and she was sure that she never would be. If she had her way, then she would sleep through until around midday - a luxury only allowed to her when she was sick. She had never understood why the staff at the camp insisted that everyone should be awake before the sun, and then stood around in the cold before they could eat. To her, it was a moronic and archaic tradition that was nigh on torture.
"Kimmi! Seriously, we need to leave before we're late. For Gods' sake! Why do you do this every morning?" Leta's tone had become harsh and irritated. They had the same ritual every morning. How difficult was it just to do as she was told? Every morning they had this argument, and Leta supposed it was like trying to get a child to go out. It was struggle after struggle, before they would undoubtedly have a heated argument, which would be resolved by Kimmi's lower lip trembling, and Leta going off to sulk. Well...it wasn't always like that. Leta felt bad for thinking so poorly of her sister, but she couldn't help it. She really needed to get her act together.
Leta turned and went to her sisters' dresser, where she pulled out some clothes. Leta was already dressed in some baggy pants and a jacket, with her hat concealing her short hair. That was the one major difference between the two twins - that one had ridiculously long hair, and the others' was a lot shorter. Leta knew her appearance was kind of boyish, but she didn't care. At least she was comfortable in her clothes. The jeans and shirt she threw at her sister landed on her head, and the only reply was a low groan of irritation.
"Come on!"
"Okay! Fine! I'm getting up!"
Kimmi sat up and scowled at her sister, before sighing and untangling her legs from the blanket. The other girls that they shared their Block with were already up and dressed, with some of them on their way out for Roll Call. Kimmi rolled her eyes and stood up, watching as Leta grinned at her teasingly.
"Nice bed head"
"Is it really that bad?"
Kimmi tugged off her pajamas as she went to examine the state of her hair in the mirror, and groaned with resignation. It seemed today would be a bad hair day. Her dark brown locks stuck out at all angles, and her natural curls were unruly and rebellious. She glanced at the clock on the wall as she began to change her clothes, and grimaced as she saw how little time she had left.
"Can you pass me my brush?" Kimmi asked her sister as she pulled on her socks, dressing so hurriedly that she really did look as if she had just gotten out of bed. Leta threw the hair brush over to Kimmi, who caught it without looking. It was something that she did naturally, without even thinking. The two just managed to live happily and easily side by side, even during the times that they fought. Standing, she tugged the brush through her hair in an attempt to tame the mess that sleep had created. There were dark shadows beneath her eyes, as usual, but they would lighten as the day went on. Turning to her sister who was waiting for her impatiently as she gave up with her hair, and just tied it back out of the way, she was met with a raised brow and the question.
"Are you ready yet?" The sarcasm in her tone and the irritation in her voice was just a front, and they both knew it. Really, Leta looked at her sister with something like a pang of jealousy. Even when she didn't look her best, she still looked pretty good. Leta wondered what it would be like to look as feminine or as attractive as her twin did, and sighed inwardly. She'd never be that person, and she wasn't so good at pretending to be either.
"Yep. Come on," Kimmi slipped her feet into a pair of boots and then zipped them up, before moving forwards and taking her sisters hand, "We'll be late". Kimmi pulled Leta along with her, leaving their Block to join the people who were already heading towards the courtyard where they all stood each morning. Ahead, they could see the congregation of boys from one of their Blocks as they wandered over to take their places. In the crowd, a pair of red heads stood out, and Leta and Kimmi exchanged grins at the sight of red in the wash of blondes and browns. It wasn't that they thought that it was weird or anything, it was just that they could both appreciate how the colors made them stand out. Ahead, on the platform were two individuals that had frightened the twins since they arrived. Neither had ever had a proper conversation with them, but the reputation of Dr. Barns was not kind. Leta squeezed Kimmi's hand as they took their place, waiting impatiently for everyone to arrive so that they could return to the warmth of the inside. On the other side of the courtyard, a car had just drawn up, from which emerged a pair of twins who looked bewildered and confused. Leta felt Kimmi's curiosity, but they kept silent, as was the unwritten rule of the courtyard.