Inside the house, she stopped and stared at herself in the mirror...a middle aged woman dressed like a teenage Goth. She felt like a fool.
"Still tripping?" Lydia said, walking past.
"What do you see?" Linda asked, with seriousness in her voice.
"Umm...the same thing I always see. My little sister," Lydia said.
Linda frowned. She was at least ten if not fifteen years older than this woman. How could she not see it? "And how old am I?"
"Fourteen. Why? How old do you think you are?"
Linda looked at her. "Something strange is going on."
"Yeah, you're acting crazy," Lydia said.
"Are you a boy, or a girl?" Linda demanded.
Lydia was about to answer what she clearly thought was an insane question when the phone rang and Lydia picked it up. "Oh, hey. Oh, nothing. Just Linda being freaky." She pushed Linda away.
Linda fled back up to her room.
