by Trisha Quick

Created on: June 24, 2008

Adventures in fun

"This is all your fault, you know. If you hadn't decided to go out and drag me with you, we wouldn't be in this predicament right now. I would be sitting on the couch, the radio playing softly and reading a good book. But no, you had to go out and bring me with you because you didn't want to go alone!" she complained. Pulling her blond curly hair into a bun, she glared at her sister with fiery golden eyes. "If you had listened to me like you should have, we would both be home and not stuck in the middle of freaking nowhere." On and on she complained until her sister got fed up and told her to put a sock in it.

They were different in every way, but both of them had the same color eyes and the same mind frame. They always knew that the other was thinking and almost always, they got into mischief and had to sweet talk their way out of a lot of situations. That is, until today. Nineteen year old Elizabeth Larson and seventeen year old Clarice Larson were relaxing at home when out of nowhere, Elizabeth jumps up and takes her sister's hand, pulling her to her feet. "Come on, Clarice. I am bored out of my mind. Let's go somewhere and have a little fun," she said, twisting her long brown hair into a braid. Clarice groaned and said,"Every time you say that, something always goes wrong. Why can't we just stay home? You always get bored and we go out somewhere and get into trouble."

Elizabeth laughed and pulled her sister out to the car. Clarice climbs in and turns away from her sister, brooding because she had to get up and go out. Elizabeth climbs in next to her and starts the car, backing carefully out of the driveway. About four years ago, their parents went out to dinner. On the way home, a drunk driver slammed into their car, killing them instantly. Elizabeth received the news from two police officers who arrived on the scene and made a promise. She would always be there for her sister and make sure they didn't get into serious trouble. They both missed their parents dearly and kept photographs of them all through the house.
Clarice stared at the scenery as they drove by it and then reached over, turning the radio on. "Do you have to do that? You know I hate listening to your type of music, Clarice," Elizabeth said, reaching over as well. She turned the dial until she found a pop station. Sitting back in her seat, she concentrated on the road as Clarice stared at her sister. "I guess if I have to be in the car with you and listen to your music,

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