Creative Writing major looking to share my stories with the world.
Swallow Your Pride
I looked out the peephole and was astonished at the sight. My older sister, Julia, stood at my door. It took me a moment to even realize it was her. She looked so different from the last time I had seen her. It was like a stranger stood in front of me. Her hair appeared darker, her bright blue eyes seemed duller, and age had faded her once freckled face.