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“Peggy!” Eliza called. “Let’s go; we’ll be late!” Well, the sisters already were late, but that was normal when you shared a car with Peggy, who wasn’t a very punctual person. Eliza and Angie had tried to get Peggy get a driver’s license, and a car, but Peggy was terrified of driving. Or, terrified of crashing. Eliza had no idea what the problem was. Angie wasn’t the best driver either, but that was just because she always wanted to be early, but left the house late, so she had to rush to get wherever she wanted to go. Eliza was the driver in the family. Anywhere Peggy or Angie wanted to go, they either took the bus, or Eliza went too as their chauffeur. Fun; but not for Eliza.
“Coming!” Peggy sighed, wishing for a more easygoing sibling. Her younger brother, Philip, was nice, but was always at school, trying so hard to be as good as their father. Philip never around, so basically everybody assumed that Peggy was the youngest, and that there wasn’t a brother in the family. Poor Philip must feel left out, maybe more left out than Peggy. Still, at least he had friends at school. Peggy had nobody but her sisters’ friends, who barely put up with her.
Angie sauntered into the hallway, her clothes clinging to her tall body. She was pretty, and knew it. “Are we going anytime soon?” She sighed, rolling her eyes at Eliza. Angie was often rude to Eliza, as a joke.
She had never told her sister it was to be funny, just assumed that the sensitive girl knew. Unfortunately, Eliza misunderstood Angie most of the time, and she flinched. “We’ll go once Peggy is ready.”
“Great. I wonder when that will be,” Angie said under her breath, then went to the end of the hallway and rapped loudly on Peggy’s door. “Peggy! If you don’t get out here right now, I swear I’ll kick through your door, and Dad wouldn’t like that, would he?” She yelled, using the one thing she knew bothered Peggy to her advantage. Peggy was always trying hard to please their father, and the strict man would assume that if it was her door, it was her fault.
Peggy slammed her closet door shut, and stomped out of her room, shutting the door and locking it behind her. She kept a key to her room in her bag, and her door was always looked, to prevent her sisters from looking through her stuff. “I can’t find my jacket. Have you seen it anywhe- Angie!” There, right in front of her, was her sister, wearing her jacket! She stormed towards Angie and pulled at the jacket. “I need that!”
“No, I need it.” Angie said, her voice low. Then, she pushed Peggy away and stepped through the front door, closing it behind her before Eliza could follow. Eliza quickly opened it again, and ushered Peggy out the door.
Peggy glared at her oldest sister, who had taken the passenger seat of the car. Peggy sat down in the backseat, behind Eliza, who was on the drivers side. Eliza started the car up, and rolled out of the driveway. The driveway leading to their house was a long, gravel road, and you couldn’t see the house for most of it. Eliza loved it. It felt hidden and comforting. Angie liked that when she was home alone, she could go outside naked without any of the neighbors seeing her, because of the hedges that surrounded the property. Peggy just wanted to get out. Out of the house, out of the town, out of everything.