Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-34411796-20190518021809/@comment-34411796-20190518033838

==LARK==

"Mommmmmm this sucks," Min tugged on her frizzy brown hair which her mother had somehow wrestled into a neat bun on the top of her head.

"Shush," Her mother put a finger to her daughter's lips. "Let's play a game."

Min's eight year old eyes sparkled. "Ooo, what?"

Lark's mother smiled. "The quiet game. Stay as quiet for as long as possible." She grinned at her elder daughter, "Lark's the grand champion."

Min glanced at Lark, "I can beat her," she insisted.

"Well, let's see about that," Their mother winked at Lark, "Starting now!"

There was a reason Lark was the "grand champion" she didn't like talking much, not leaving her with many friends. She had two close ones, but one was really her cousin, and the other one was the closest thing she could get to a sister without being a sister. Myrelle and Acelynn.

Sometimes Lark wished she had gotten as creative of a name as they had.

"I LOSE!" Min shouted.

"And just in time."

==ACELYNN==

Her father fumbled with the crystal.

Acelynn grabbed Syler's hand, who was always linked to Zion, not wanting to know why it was sticky.

Her father linked arms with her mother, and offered Acelynn his other hand.

She took it.

And they leaped. Not really, though. They light leaped, and were standing in front of the sparkling gates of Everglen.

==MYRELLE==

The Diznees had beat them there.

Myrelle had always wondered why her Aunt Biana, who wasn't techincally her aunt, hadn't chosen to keep her name.

Vacker was held to a much higher standard.

Though, they did have twins, which might not have helped the Vacker name.

Myrelle suspected her Aunt Biana wanted to show she didn't care if the person she loved had been a disgrace at one point in his life.

"Elynn!" Myrelle shouted, throwing herself at her "cousin."

Acelynn laughed, picking up her much smaller, but only a year younger, "cousin."

"Aunt Biana managed to do your hair?" Myrelle studied her.

"Yep," Acelynn looked her over, and said quietly. "Still don't like your eyes?"

"No," Myrelle answered. "They remind me of a swamp."

"Well, I lik---" Acelynn's reply was cut short as they were tackled by Acelynn's true cousin, and Myrelle's "cousin", Min.

"ACEY! ELLIE!" Min shouted, loud as ever.

"Sorry," their other cousin, Lark, waltzed over, tugging her sister off them. She pulled them to their feet.

"Fancy, are we?" Acelynn elbowed her cousin.

Lark blushed, "I like this dress."

"Not saying I don't like it," Acelynn held up her hands in defense, "It's just, your style's usually simpler."

"It's cute though," Myrelle added.