The story you are about to read was started by @owasco and I will give my finish to it.
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To Elder, Sister always seemed to have dirt on her face. Others thought Sister was peachy keen, top of the heap, something to admire, to cherish, to laugh with, and to love. But Elder knew Sister was dirty dirty dirty, in the way only an older sister could know such things. A sister who had been stabbed in the back, time and again, from the moment Sister was born.
Of course, Elder wasn’t without her own unsavory identities. She was pretty sure that SHE was the peachy keen one of the two. So she devoted her life, from the moment Sister was born to showing up Sister. This was easy in the intellectual department because Sister’s aim was only moderately good when she shot from the heart. Elder’s aim was unerring when she shot from the head.
“What's that got to do with the price of eggs?” Elder asked, that time Sister was having a hissy fit about the ice skate.
“We’re not talking about the price of eggs!!” Sister stamped her foot, turned purple, and cried.
Elder had perfected her smirk by this time, and smirk she did.
Ouch!! That's not my thought.
Sister muttered as Elder followed the path down the icy hill. Quickly into the mist as Sister followed from a close distance.
"Look, dirt in your face again. Are you made to always have dirt in your face?"
Again, she wiped her face with her left hand only to discover that no dirt was there.
You should remove the log in your face before asking others to pull the scale in their hair.
Easily attracted by the purple color, Elder looked away not minding as tears roll down Sister's cheek. Aiming for the best of her choices and choosing what was ahead of her in this skating race down the hill.
Rushing down to catch up with other skaters Elder hit a hard rock, stumbling away into the rift. Sister thought she could prove a point as she made haste to hold on to Elder.
She sped off, overtake Elder and held her hand, with one leg up, so that Elder could lay one leg on her skating board to avoid the great fall.
Rather than casting the blame game, Sister and Elder sped past the foregone skaters, now in the second place with only one skater ahead of them. The speed was necessitated by the imminent fall.
"Do you think eggs are more expensive than I thought or cheaper?"
Elder looked at Sister again with disgust.
"Damn it. Eggs cost less than you imagine. They aren't gold."
Sister chuckle like making jest of Elder.
Just a spy from her shoulder, she saw two skaters closer as the drew to the finishing line.
She jacked her shoulder and held on tightly to Elder so that they passed the finish line, coming in as second.