A Story of the Paper Vow
“Hey, I want a rematch!” I heard my sister’s overly excited voice pierce my poor eardrums. I put down the animal crackers I was snacking on and ran over as fast I could hoping to avoid another ear piercing exclamation. I turned the corner into our living room to see her eagerly on the couch with the controller in her hand. She was two years older than I. Typically wore a loose t-shirt and short shorts. She had dark red hair reaching a bit past her shoulders and deep blue eyes, with the occasional freckle here and there. Her smile though hard to witness is something that would melt the most hardened of hearts. She was quite the beauty. She was sitting on the couch leaning forward, as if nothing would tear her sight from …