The hunt and kill.

CLAIRE.

My fingers had become sore as a result of the weight of Evie's gear, but I couldn't complain since that was my reason for being there. The other hunters made fun of me as I carried the gear and I was sure it was out of how they witnessed Evie try to take the bag from me and father's reaction, showing that it was my job. Evie had screwed up my day and image once again and I was helpless.

There was an ocean of anger boiling inside of me towards the hunters. I wished I could possess one of Alex's powers and go rogue on them, tearing their brains into tiny bits. I was the first child and all these responsibilities falling on Evie were supposed to fall on me! But the reverse had been the case, actually worse; I wasn't just made the younger sister but had also become the slaved younger sister, how ironic!

The path we walked on had pebbles of stones, so smooth that it looked like the pathway to a stream. It was dusty but it seemed like a place you would want to spread a mat on and en