" That's insane and doesn't even make any sense. If you are worried about what you will feel when you see him again then it's easy, just get drunk and kiss him again." Kristina said with a grin, showing off her pearly whites.
" You are not helping!" Becca huffed. "What would he think of me now?"
" I'm not trying to help," Kristina responded, still trailing behind Becca.
" Woah! And the award for the best sister goes to....." Becca said in the most sarcastic tone she could muster. They reached the stables, Becca's eyes searched the entire place until she saw what she was looking for. A shovel. It was on the ground and she walked towards it, picked it up, and started digging.
" What in the name of flying pigs are you doing?" Kristina asked, folding her arms over her chest.
" Digging my grave, what does it look like? This will be the final resting place of Rebecca Ramus." Becca explained and Kristina rolled her eyes.
