Progressive U Creative Writing

Chapter 1
“You're going to get caught one of these days Faith” Ariel said flatly, flicking a strand of dark brown hair out of her face childlike face. “You can't just wander around taking guys from crowded night clubs! What if one of that boys friends had followed you?”
Faith covered her mouth as she faked a yawn. “It's almost dawn sis, I'm tired. Can't this wait?” Faith wasn't in the least bit interested in Ariel's routine warnings. “It's not like he'll remember what happened.” She reached tiredly for her mahogany coffin, but before she could lift the lid more than a few inches Ariel slammed it shut again.
“Honestly Faith! Act your age! You're nearly 100! You shouldn't be out seducing teenage boys! I just want you to be careful!” her clear gray eyes turned an astonishing shade of red that made even Faith cringe.
“Act my age?” Faith yelled back, making sure to stay back at least ten feet, a nearly impossible feat in the cramped, messy attic they now called home. “I'm in a 17 year-old body! I'm going to act like a 17 year old!” she hesitated a moment, grabbing a porcelain doll from a pile of clutter just in case she needed to defend herself, before adding “and maybe you should act like the 12 year old you are!”
Ariel's eyes changed again, this time to a fiery orange. “I am not 12 Faith! I am 94! I can except it, why can't you?” her slight frame trembled in a way that seemed too adult for the rosy-cheeked girl.
Faith glared at her younger sister once more as she walked back to the coffin “I'm going to bed” She quickly lifted the lid, making sure Ariel wouldn't have a chance to swat it shut again. She climbed in and sat there for a moment, leaving it open while she stared back at her sister.
After thinking a few moments Faith shook her head then looked back to Ariel, “I don't see why you get upset. Can't you just live a little?” her voice shook as she spoke and she hoped it wouldn't start the fight again, it really was much too early for the two to start up again. The sun was already starting to come up and it tingled on her pale skin.
Ariel climbed into her own coffin “I've lived too long already.” she started to close her lid, then stopped, and looked back to Faith “I didn't like being 12 when I was 12... why would I want to be that age forever?”
Faith bit her lip yet again, she looked at the silky bottom of her coffin, then closed her lid, plunging herself into the darkness she'd come to hate.
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As Ariel rolled out the cricks in her neck, Faith tried to think up something, anything to make this night better for her sister than last. Suddenly she remembered the vagrant under the park bench the previous night. Smiling delightedly she quickly brushed through her dark blond locks and threw on a pair of blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt.
“What's on your mind?” Ariel asked, half way through sliding on her own fresh shirt. Her slender figure was too perfect to belong to a real 12 year old. It curved ever so slightly, but slightly was enough to make her above average.
“Not much” Faith replied, grinning still too widely. “Just thinking about were we might hunt tonight.” She paused a moment for effect, “I actually saw this old deadbeat under a park bench last night, if we hurry we might be able to to put the poor old fellow out of his mis-”
“You're disgusting Faith!” Ariel interrupted, “Really, it's one thing to kill accidentally, I mean we've all done that! But to do it on purpose just cause you think someone's better off... it's... it's vile!” Ariel spat in one breath.
Faith rolled her eyes and let her smile widen again, “You know I was only kidding Ariel... Like I'd really kill him just for sport! I just wanted to see if I could get a rise out of you, that's all!” She slid a file across her already stubby nails, which were now painted the brightest shade of pink.
“That's not really something to kid about Faith!” Ariel retorted, picking up one of the many porcelain dolls that littered the attic floor. Holding it up high, she inspected the frail statue carefully. She gave it a disapproving hiss and tossed it behind her, ignoring the crash that shattered the dainty figurine, she picked up another doll from the clutter. This one she held up for a moment, then lowered it into her arms, rocking it back and forth.
“You know dear, for someone who hates having to pretend she's 12 you pretend an awful lot!” Faith pointed out with a laugh. Ariel quickly rearranged herself, letting the doll dangle at her side between her thumb and index finger as if it was revolting. Faith sighed, then changed subjects “Anyways, I still say we check the park, he may be there still.”
Ariel wrinkled her nose, an ugly face for a girl as pretty as the dolly she'd chosen. “Whatever, it doesn't matter I suppose. Just promise me one thing please. Could you do without murdering the smelly old fart?”
Faith raised an eyebrow “I think I could do that much.”