Ayana-
I turned at the small voice that interrupted my muffin.
It was my little sister Iyla. We looked nothing alike. She blond hair, blue eyes, and peach freckles. While I had pitch black hair, green eyes, and long legs.
Iyla more resembled Mom, while I thought I got my tallness from Dad. Though they both sweared they loved us equally, they favored Iyla more. I got it unfortunately. She was only seven, and liked the color pink.
When I was seven I was focused on knives and fighting, and hated the color pink.
I looked down at my sister, "What did you say," I said with a full mouth.
She smirked, "it looks like your in love with that muffin," she mocked me.
I swallowed, "Yes Iyla. I'm in love with a muffin. That I'm going to eat."
I walked around her to the dinner table and sat down in a chair. Iyla followed me and sat next to me. I started eating my muffin again. Slowly.
"So have you found your match yet?"
I groaned, every time Iyla got home from school after me, she would ask the same question. It was getting tiring.
"No, Iyla I haven't found a match yet," I said. She leaned forward and whispered, "Well you better find one. Your getting older and if you don't have one you'll be a---," she stopped. I waited, she was like this. "---An Outsider."
I could tell she didn't like the word, she cringed everyone she said it. It was actually kind of cute.
I finished my muffin, "Yes I know. Now leave me alone, I have to go study."
Iyla ran away to Mom, who I saw was in the living room watching her favorite Outsider cooking show.
I walked to my room and shut the door behind quietly behind me.