Sara was envious, sitting on the window-seat in her bedroom while her sister, Ashlee, and friends were laughing in the courtyard below. She wanted to join them, wanted to feel popular, wanted to know what’s like to be Sara instead of Ashlee’s little sister. I should go down, she thought, just to say hello. Maybe they’ll let me join them.
Heart pounding, she trod down the spiral staircase to the courtyard where Ashlee and her friends were giggling like their lives depended on it. “What’s so funny?” Sara said.
They turned and gave Sara an unwelcoming glare. “You wouldn’t understand, Sara,” Ashlee replied. “It’s grown-up humor which obviously you’re not. Now, be a good little sister and go back inside.”
“But…” Sara protested.
“Bub bub,” Ashlee pointed at the door, “inside.”
With her head down, Sara headed for the door but halfway there, she stopped and turned. “No,” she shouted. Four pairs of eyes immediately landed on her. “You can’t tell me what to do. You’re not my mother. If I want to join you, I will.”
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.