Romans & histoires My Sister Judy Easton

The day my sister Sophie got into the magnet high school, my parents threw her a huge celebration party. That same day, I got my SAT scores. 1580. Top fifty in the state. When a neighbor asked about my college applications, my mother smiled and said: "Renee's applying next year. Today is Sophie's day—don't steal her spotlight." She didn't even remember I'd already graduated high school. That night, the graduation gift money a neighbor gave me was taken by her too—to buy Sophie a new laptop. I didn't argue. I just went to my room and submitted my Stanford application on that old, slow laptop. A few weeks later, my parents moved close to Sophie's magnet school. They left me alone in th

Mike’s eyes moved over her in a way that made Jude’s jaw tight. “This is Judith,” Jude said. “My stepsister.” Mike held out his hand. “Nice to meet you.” Judith shook it. “You too.” They all sat down. Mike stayed longer than Jude wanted. He asked Judith about her work. He laughed at her answers. He looked at her legs when she crossed them. Jude watched every second. Heat built under his skin. Not the good kind. When Mike finally left Judith walked him to the door. They stood on the porch a minute longer than needed. Jude stayed inside and listened. He heard Mike say he should come by again sometime. Judith gave a polite answer.

At the same time, I was piecing together the timeline of Judy’s affair with him, wondering when it had truly started and how deep it ran. Judy could not take it any longer. She walked over and stood in front of me, her hands clasped tightly together. “You don’t need to look out for my sister,” she said carefully. “She’s actually terrible. You should really find her a place to move out as soon as possible.” I looked up at her and nodded slowly, as if considering her words. “You’re probably right,” I said. “She does seem like the type who pushes boundaries. But Daniel seems to enjoy her company.”

I jerked back, hitting the doorframe, my body locking up. "I'm sorry!" My knees started to give on instinct, the reaction shooting straight up my spine. My sister, Judy Easton, reached past Mom and caught my arm. "Hey, stand up. You don't have to kneel." Her voice was quiet. She looked nothing like the girl who used to get into fights at school three years ago. Dad gave her shoulder a light pat and glanced at me. "See, Judy? If you had been this easy back then, I wouldn't have had to spend so much money to send William in your place."

I assured her. A proud smile came on her face and that got me smiling as well. "I really have got the best sisters in the world." She beamed, obviously proud of herself. I watched her turn to leave. "I have to do some online work, I'll reach out to you later. You both do what's right okay?" "You know it." I said, refraining from rolling my eyes because I knew that her online business was none other than Justine.

Easton then called Ezlyn from Calista's phone. Ezlyn answered the phone and said, "Yes Calista?" Easton cried at Ezlyn's words. He said in a tearful voice, "Sister Ezlyn, sister Calista is…" Ezlyn stood up worriedly and said in a worried tone after hearing Easton's voice, "Hello Easton, why are you crying? And what happened to Calista?" Easton told her everything in a tearful voice. Ezlyn was shocked to hear everything. She was thinking in her mind, "How can a person be so bad?"

With some heavily dyed hair? “I am not hungry.” Even if I was, all of this just ruined my appetite and soured my taste. I never thought she would stoop this low. Not to sound judgy but this girl, she was everything that went wrong with America and the rest of the world. “Well, suit yourself.” She said in a low voice, then lowered into her seat. “Kayden, Diego; Diego, meet Kayden. My sister’s fiancée.” Oh? I think you forgot to mention…

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I fumble with the words. Joseph flinches again, this time, like I poked him with a needle. " You tell me, Lily. I dated your sister, do you think I can settle for Precious afterwards?" I bite my lip. "I wouldn't know." "Let me help you out," he says, " the answer is no." I knock on Esther's door three times before pushing it open. Esther's slender form is tangled with her duvet, her feet her on her pillows and earphones are jammed in her eyes.

I always loved how Easton revealed his true self only to me. “I heard what Jane tried to do to you,” I said, and honestly, I was furious that she dared to touch what belonged to me. Maybe that’s how she had stolen Conny before. I was lucky to have discarded that man and found Easton, because now, Easton hadn’t been tempted by Jane at all. He remained loyal to me. Easton’s eyes darkened. “Yes, I really want to kill her.” “But I’ve been thinking of you. Isn’t she still your sister?” Easton asked, taking my hand again. His fingers gently played with mine, tapping them softly in his lap.