Aurora ran into the house, a hello failing to stop her as strong legs took two steps at a time. Her feet stomped along the landing, and a door slammed shut. After a moment, it opened; Aurora yelled an apology, and the door closed. Aurora booted up the console, eager to squeeze an online adventure in before dinner. She switched on her earpiece and picked up on the conversation with her friends. A girl at school called their teacher mum. She had attempted to cover, repeating with added sarcasm. Aurora found it hilarious, as they all began calling Mrs Dowling mum.
The school had quirks like this. Aurora did not want to imagine being away from the people she called friends. She was popular, with Autumn as her permanent shadow. As with her mother, Aurora protected Autumn from the other children. The younger twin did not help matters. Autumn had a temper, a vial mouth used for name-calling and clawed hands that pulled hair. When they arrived at Windenberg Prep, Aurora latched onto the recent trends. She memorised all the void critters. These cartoon creatures pitted against each other in a battle of wits fascinated her. Their talents derived from four of the eight elements of the old magics. Earth, Air, Fire and Water. The fifth, Void, represented the rest. Aurora loved the strategy, knowing who held the mightiest punch over its foes.
From the front door came a scream. Autumn stomped her foot, throwing her bag across the hall. She lunged at Cornelius. Her nails scratched his skin, calling him names. Parasite and Leech were her favourites, along with Bat Boy, Fang Head and Ghoul. Her anger had zero tolerance for anyone who touched her things. Cornelius held his hands up in surrender, laughing as she demanded the return of her diary. He had to make matters worse. An abysmal read, he was hoping for juicy details. The stuff about near-death experiences from students leaning far back on their chairs. Autumn wrote the boring stuff. Cornelius had already lived that life, and he did it better.
Aurora screamed again, a high pitch. It was enough to wake sleeping zombies and have them clawing to escape the sound. Charlotte stepped between, wondering how to quell the feud. She longed for Autumn to be a toddler, wiggling under the sofa with her butt in the air. They sat at the kitchen counter, kicking each other. Charlotte tried to persuade Cornelius to confess. Her son remained adamant he never took the diary, infuriating his sister further. The offer of a replacement won Charlotte no favours. Autumn felt ridiculed over her entries. She demanded to understanding but refused to compromise.
Caleb realised his mistake in having the twins share a bedroom. He had not understood the complexities of twins or of girls. They were identical from the blue of their eyes, the shade of blonde hair, and their facial structure. To differentiate, Caleb ensured each wore a particular colour scheme. Autumn wore seasonal colours. Her sister Aurora dressed in those of her namesake. Autumn was mean, resenting the shared space of the large bedroom. She lay restless, thinking of her lost thoughts. Her eyes scanned the room lit by their night light. They fell on the pink edge of a book. Her diary had fallen beneath Aurora’s bed. Rather than face another series of denials, Autumn took revenge. Heavy-handed, Autumn cut away her sister’s locks on one side of her head. She sat patient, waiting for Aurora to roll over to finish the job.
Autumn and Cornelius: https://www.patreon.com/posts/come-here-little-65887252
Cornelius: https://sims4.cc/download/bad-child-poses-by-clover/
Charlotte and Autumn: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-mods-poses/title/raygun-pose-parent-child-interaction/id/1462712/
Autumn:
By the Grace of Sim Gods 