Ella
“Cora tell me what happened.” I demand, crossing my skinny arms over my chest. I’m eight years old, glaring down at my surrogate sister with a stern expression. It’s always been this way between us. She’s a year older, but I’ve always had the dominant personality.
“It was nothing.” She insists, averting her gaze from my own.
“You’re lying.” I counter stubbornly. “I can always tell, you know.”
“No, you think you always know.” Cora answers sullenly, though we both know I’m right. I can read my sister like a book.
“Would you just tell me?” I press, sighing with exasperation.
“Fine, it’s not even a big deal, it was just some of the big kids being jerks.” She explains gravely.
“Which ones?” I respond immediately. “Point them out.” It could be anyone, considering the fact that ev
