The Story of Wendy and Willow

Wendy

I walked outside, looking for a good spot to eat read and eat. When I found a spot not to far away from my parents house. I set up a blanket, with an umbrella and a basket filled with Willow, my sisters lunch and mine. That I made all by myself, I sat down and started to read my book about sea life. Willow always told me that I was in another world when I would start reading, she sometimes would call me “Wendy the bookworm” because I always had my nose in a book,.

“you need to run around more” she would say.

“there are so many wonderful things in the world that you need to see,” she would say.

I was at an interesting part about baby sharks or pups as they’re known as, when suddenly a bunch of blonde hair fell on the pages suddenly making me realize how happy I was that my hair was in one big braid so it couldn’t get in my face. shocked I looked up to see a little girl about my age, in front of me with her hair covering her face, she was wearing a white t-shirt with red overalls. the girl raised her arms in a creepy manor, and when they were raised above her head she pulled them up to her face, and pulled her hair out of her face like a curtain, and there stood Willow with her tongue hanging out of her mouth and one of her eyes halfway closed, a ridiculous expression, but that was Willow for ya’. she smiled at me.

“Hey wanna play a game of adventure Wendy?” she asked me.

“No, I’m fine,” I replied.

“Oh c’mon,” she said grabbing my arm, pulling me to my feet.

“Bu-” I stammered as she pulled me to my feet and my book slipped out of my hand.

“You’re never gonna see any of those things you’re reading about with your own eye’s if your eye’s are always glued to a book, and that’s a boring life,” she said pulling me to the cliff where you could look too sea.

Willow loved playing near the edge of the cliff against our parents wishes. But I just wasn’t like her. Even though we’re twin sisters, we look identical, were both ten years old, we couldn’t be anymore different. I was afraid of the world always worried what horrible thing could happen, and reading and writing was my escape, but Willow was adventurous, she was always so happy, she wasn’t scared of anything, and she loved being in danger. as we reached the cliff she let go of my hand and jumped on the rocks that were at the very edge of the cliff.

“c’mon it’s fun,” she said over the crashing of the waves below us.

“No. No way,” I replied, the thought of even being on the rocks giving me a shivers down my spine.

“oh c’mon it’s perfectly safe,” she said, then jumped from one rock to another to show me.

“see it’s fine,” she said walking backwards towards the edge of the cliff with her hands behind her head.

“In fact I think I’ll just chill on these rocks all d-” she said slipping on the rock and falling off the cliff.

everything slowed down, when I saw her start falling I stood in shock for a second then ran towards her, running as fast as I could towards her shape slowly falling out of view, hand outstretched thinking that I could somehow grab her from six feet away. The last thing I saw of her was her hand reaching up into the sky.

I ran up on the rocks and looked down to see if she was okay, and what I saw gave me a sigh of relief. I forgot that below the rocks, about three feet down there was a bit more land that was the edge of the cliff, with a bush of flowers near the base. And Willow popped out of the bush, she looked up at me with a grin which spread into a smile so big she closed her eyes, her big toothy grin that made you feel all nice and fuzzy on the inside and made you smile as well. I slid down the little dip in front of her, and realized that her hair was covered in bright red flower petals and two red flowers.

“you have flowers in your hair,” I said giggling.

“really where?” she asked patting her hair trying to find the flowers, still having a grin on her face.

she had a flower that was in the top left of her hair, and seeing that gave me an idea. I grabbed the other flower that was in the back of her hair and put that flower in the top left of my hair.

“look now were twins” I said laughing at my own joke, making her laugh as well

“wanna play a game of tag?” I asked her.

“of course!” she replied

“alright, tag you’re it,” I said tagging her and running up the dip to the big rocks, and as soon as I said that she laughed and started to run after me.

. . .

we played forever, I was having the time of my life then I heard the door to our parents’s house open. we both stopped and looked over to the door to see our butler, Steven walking out onto the porch, and stand against the railing.

“Wendy time to come inside I don’t want you out here to long,” he yelled out to me.

and those words brought me back to reality. I looked over to my sister, to see she was gone, and all there was, was a red flower laying where she was. Suddenly all of my happiness dissolved into sadness, My smile faded into a disappointed frown as I realized that was all fake and Willow was gone. I slowly walked from the edge of the cliff to the house. Steven was about to say something to me as I walked into the house, but realized I was upset, decided not to say anything, and followed me into the house closing the door.

Willow

I was sad to see Wendy leave, but I was even more sad about how she was when she left. She thinks that I’m just part of her imagination, that I’m just a cooping mechanism to deal with what happened. when I slipped off of the rocks and fell off the sixty foot cliff into sharp rocks in the ocean waves, Wendy was devastated, and I couldn’t let her suffer, so I stayed behind and helped her feel better. Whenever she’s down or needs someone to help her with something, I come and make her feel better and help her, but I can’t tell her that I’m real because I don’t want to ruin her life. When I died she felt like it was her fault, and she became clingy to things that were mine, and would barely talk or see anyone, I don’t want that to become her whole life if she finds out I’m real, so I only show up when she needs me and I just play games with her and try to help her. No one but Wendy can see me, but for some reason if someone see’s her, and were playing together, I disappear and she can’t see me either. Only she can see me and she needs to be alone. I miss her and I want to tell her I’m real, but I can’t, but more than anything, I wish I could always make her happy, if only I was alive and wasn’t as careless.