Snippet #1978192

"I told you, didn't I? I said, 'Anna, we have school, don't mess around in the kitchen.' I told you, 'Anna, you're going to get flour on your dress, now stop it.' I told you!" Andrew had that annoying, know-it-all tone in his voice again as he tugged his sister by the hand towards the Academy. They had been up on time, almost ready to leave, when sweet Anna had gotten it in her head to make pastries.

"They're Daddy's favorite!" she argued gently, trying to keep up with his lonk and lanky gait. The maroon scarf wound around both their necks helped to keep them close, but Anna-Beth was always tripping to stay the same pace as her brother, who always seemed to be marching around impatiently. She wound her pale hand better into her twin's, and picked up her feet, half-jogging to stay with him.

"Another reason you shouldn't have made them," Andrew growled, the protective venom creeping into his voice again. Andrew couldn't stand their parents, not since Anna-Beth's accident.

"Ok, well, I'm sorry. Let's just hurry and not be late for school."

(Sorry for the short post, I'm at school and that's all I could do at the moment.)