Native

Hester pouted at her reflection in the mirror, turning her head to examine her best side. Her golden skin and wild blue eyes were surrounded by a mane of uncontrolable blonde curls which twisted dramatically away from her face in every direction.

"Stop being so vain," her older sister Evie snapped at her.

Whirling around, Hester placed her hands on her hips stubbornly and liften her chin. "But I am beautiful," she sang, twirling round her sister, who was sitting cross legged on the floor.

"Oh, shut up," Evie said, glaring at her books as her sisters shapley legs pranced around her in circles.

Hester laughed, but stopped dancing and crumpled neatly to the floor opposite her sister. Evie turned a page sharply, concentrating on the French verbs on the page as Hester twirled a flower between her fingers.

"Have you spoken to any of the natives yet?" She babbled. "They're facinating, really different to us. They're culture is so complex, I could have watched them all day, you know."

"Great," was her only reply.

"You should get out more. Go and explore a bit, you know. Live a little. I spent all of today on the beach writing poetry." Hester clasped the flower to her chest and looked dramatic. "Like a poor castaway girl."

Evie felt faintly ill. She did desperatley want to get out and explore, but she had to revise and study if she was going to get anywhere at the French Universty she had to go to.

"Would you study Literature, Hester?" She asked her sister suddenly.

Hester wasn't taken aback at all, but took the change of conversation in her stride. "No," she said boldly. "Literature is for writing in your free time. Personally, I wouldn't go to University. Too constricting. I would travel!"

Evie couldn't help but be captivated by her sisters eccentric manner. "Travel where?" She asked, happier.

"Hawaii," Hester declared, after slight deliberation. "Yes, I would go to Hawaii. Think of all the flowers!"

Raising her eyebrows, Evie shut her book of verbs. "You love them, don't you. Flowers."

Hester frowned, standing and begining her dance again. "I guess. They are spectacular, don't you think?"

Evie laughed. "Sure."

The End

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