the sisterhood of the de'malins.

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so this here is probably the fifth story i've tried to write and wont be the last in the many i never finish. what a shame, right? it seems i've an abundance of ideas yet no patience and time to go through with them. im hoping this will change, though, simply because this little storyline is based off the relationship i have with my two sisters. pam would have to represent my elder sister, my younger sister would be represented by jean, and i would most commonly be known as maxine here. if you knew me in real life, you'd find these stories im writing down of uncanny similarities as well as character traits. im trying to make it as realistic as possible. lets hope im doing a good job of it, right? please note, all of these names are made up. de'malin is not my last name, nore is maxine my first but i do admire the name and do wish it were xD pam and jean are not my sisters names. here, pam is represented as an eighteen year old girl, just graduated from college. maxine has just breeched the age of a freshmen. jean is still a meer seventh grader. the bonds between these three are all anyone can hope for for three sisters. the most of this will be written in maxine's [ my ] perspective.

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ｙｏｕ ｃａｎ ｋｉｄ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｌｄ．
ｂｕｔ ｎｏｔ ｙｏｕｒ ｓｉｓｔｅｒ．
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✏. ＨＡＬＬＯＷＥＥＮ is meant for scares.

✒ for maxine, she's never taken too much notice to the changes around her until the autumn of last year, halloween. people are gone, things are missing, and the overall cheerful atmosphere has vanished. she's never liked change, and it scares her to death. but then again, halloween is for scares.

✏. ＥＡＲＬＹ memories are sacred.

✒ the fondest of memories are those in the past. the little details arent as important, for instance, why you had begun the fight in the first place, but its the important things that stay with you forver, like the forever exhisting pact you made afterwards.

✏. ＯＰＥＮ heart, open arms.

✒ pam has always had a motherly role within the sisters; being the oldest and, as jean often expressed, smartest, she was both max's and jean's little solitude aside from their parents. she had the biggest bed of the three, which provided all enough room to cram in together, and enough love to express themselves n a way no friends could ever do.

waiting rooms of thanksgiving

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format goes to c a r p e . diem.

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----------------------------ｉｓ ｍｅａｎｔ ｆｏｒ ｓｃａｒｅｓ．

Halloween was Christina, our practical long lost sister, dressing in an outfit so tight it outlined her jelly rolls, DJ, basically our long lost brother, wearing a coconut bra and high heels, and a bonfire in the driveway, so many people clustered around it that we all had two blankets apiece to still keep us warm, because the amount of distance between you and the fire was at such an extend that the blankets were your only chance of warmth. Halloween was Pam burying her face in my or DJ's back when passing someone dressed to an extent they would be known as a 'serial killer' in real life, as Pam described, or simply dressed so scary they could pass for Pam herself, as I often said. It was carving pumpkins with the Franklin family, our closest most personal friends, dropping the pumpkin seeds down Jean's pants and holding her down to the ground until she agreed to give me all her Starbursts after our treating was done; mom was always against the tricking part of Halloween, which I found to be the best part. wip