Whispering Wars .1.
There it was, the last train home. Already breathless from running, I had to push myself towards the open door.
Then as usual, the doors started to slide shut , I sprinted faster and jumped between the two metal doors, and as usual I succeeded with them only catching the heel of my shoe.
I bent down, hands on knees, exhausted. When that mocking and annoying chuckle chimed through my ears.
"One day you're actually going to miss it, you do know that right?" he chuckled again, my brother always made a point of it.
I glanced up at him, "You tell me that every time Olly" I said, standing up straight "and I do not need you to constantly remind me, thank you very much".
"Blaire" he scoffed at me, "I only remind you of it, because I thought you would have learnt by the first ten times. It's happened everyday. You've always had a close shave, ever since elementary school. You're 28. Grow up kiddo." he said, patting my head, patronizing me.
I had nothing to fight back with, simply because he was