The House Without An Address

"I'm bored.", stated my little sister for the hundredth time that day. I sighed.

"Read a book."

"I read all your books."

"Take a nap."

"I'm not tired."

"Go eat something."

"I'm not hungry. You're not supposed to eat when you're not hungry! Just because you're fat doesn't mean everyone else needs to be!."

I turned back to my computer, rolling my eyes. "Nia, I weigh a hundred and six-teen pounds. That's not even fat. Just because you want to look like a stick doesn't mean everyone else needs to!", I countered, mimicking her reproachful voice.

It was her turn to roll her eyes. "I don't look like a stick," , she made it sound dirty, "I look like a model." She sniffed daintily.

I had to admit. Nia was defiantly model material even though she was only eleven. She was tall, almost as tall as me, doe eyed and very pretty. She had a heart shaped face framed by dark brown braids. Her whole look just screamed lovable. My look on the other hand just seemed to scream normal. I had darker skin than Nia and shorter hair. My cheek bones weren't as high, but my lips were fuller and never needed gloss. My legs were long and my breasts were small. It's bad when you're fourteen and wear a 32A. Especially since my little sister wore the same size as me. But whatever, was my opinion. I worked with what I had. Or rather, what I didn't have. Sigh.

I tried to focus on my facebook profile that I was updating.

A little envelope appeared on my screen, distracting me from my musings. Opening it I saw it was from my best friend, Ally, and groaned.

I'm going to the mall. You're coming with me. 5:00.

Ugh. I was so not in the mood for a shopping spree right now. I loved Ally. We had been friends forever, but sometimes she could go a bit overboard with the whole shopping thing.

"Hey, Nia."

"What."

"You wanna do me a favor?", I asked hopefully.

She looked at me and raised an eyebrow…