Sisterhood

She wakes up to the sound of her alarm. Checking the time, she sees she's running late to her class. She writes a hasty message on the computer, and curses while closing it; realizing she didn't even write a proper goodbye.

Sitting in the train she looks out the window and studies the gray clouds, remembering the horrible storm of that morning. She starts to wonder what the weather is like elsewhere in the world.

Her exam was fine, and she feels a little relieved it's finally over. With her mind finally able to get distracted by something else than school, work, and family, she starts to think about them.

It's something she has become accustomed to now. More frequent than before, she finds herself tuning back to the world on the other side of her computer screen. When it's open, it's like she's sitting in a train much like the one she's on at the moment. The rest of the world just passing by in a blur. It's not that she forgets her life outside in the real world, but she feels a need to make them part of hers somehow. They've become so close, that it almost seems unreal.

Without the constant reassurance of their existence, they need to make their own version of jeans to share. They make their own sisterhood.

There's the insightful ring leader, who unknowingly has become the glue that holds them all together. An older sister in a way.

They have the perky, cute one; whose sneaky antics never fail to make them smile.

The sweetheart. The kind and angelic one with a heart of gold.

Then, there's her; the one sitting still in the train, wondering which one she is.

She makes her way out of the train station and gets inside the car that's come to pick her up.

Making small talk with her boyfriend on their way to his house, she looks down at her phone and starts browsing the internet. She smiles widely as she sees what her best friend has written for her; for them. Suddenly, she can't wait to go home later that night.

Glancing at the clock she hears him ask her "Are you running late for something, bunny?"

"What?" she asks, all flustered and hears his laugh. "Can I use your computer when we get to your house? I need to write something."

"To someone special?" he teases.

"Yes," she murmurs softly. "Three."