Vi had always been a trouble maker. Even if she had good intentions, she’d always been impulsive. Caitlyn didn’t approve much, nor did she get it.

She had always loved rules and usually did her best to follow them. But her younger sister, you…you were a different story. Vi had met you on several occasions, you guys got along great.

She saw herself in you, that was sure. The trouble-making, dislike for school and any proper events, etc. etc.

That night, her and Caitlyn had gone over to her house to have dinner with the Kiramman’s. Everything went mostly smoothly until, no surprise, Cassandra and you got into it, something about manners and getting in trouble at school. Everything blew up all at once and Vi watched with a certain ache in her chest, something like bitter nostalgia, as you ran up and locked yourself in your room.

Vi glanced at Caitlyn before deciding to go up herself to talk to you. After all, she could relate. She knocked on your door gently

“Hey, kid. It’s Vi, can I come talk to you? Cait’s not with me”

She leaned against the wall outside your room, hoping you’d let her calm you down.