Little Sparks, Big Fires

It was an accidental death. I never wanted him to die. Yes, he had become very intimidating lately but that did not mean I wanted him dead.  Mrs Green was in  a turmoil. She neither ate nor drank.  The secrets were now too overwhelming to be silenced.  She needed to let them out but that would put her into jeopardy.  But they could not put her to jail for being jealous and for taking vengeance on her dead parents, she thought.  It would be better than to be accused of a murder she had not committed.
She thought back of all the years during which she was constantly envious of Mrs Pinkie.  She did not understand why she could have everything while she had to suffer living from family to family. Her mother had given birth out of wedlock to a pair of twin girls.  Her father could not marry her for he had a family already. Her mother later fell in love with another man and could only bring one of them into her new family.  Mrs Green was the other twin given up for adoption.  Her first adoptive parents died in a car accident when she was five, leaving her and a adoptive brother behind. Her adoptive brother , happened to be of the same age as she. He was adopted by his grandaunt.  She had never seen him since their parent's fatal accident because she was soon adopted  by a middle aged couple who could not have children.  The husband abused her and she had to run away from home one day.  Not long later, she had to go and lived in an orphanage where she often had fights and quarrels with the other girls.
However, things changed when she was in high school and she could live out on her own.  She worked hard to support herself and was awarded a degree.  She met Mr Green in high school but love did not developed until they were in the university.  All four of them , Mr and Mrs Pinkie,Mr Green and herself  were in the same high school.  All the while she knew Mrs Pinkie was her twin sister but she did not reveal it.  She made everybody think that she came from a very rich family in England and she was alone there for studies. She was living in a world of pretense.  Often, she would spy on Mrs Pinkie and make things hard for her.  Mrs Pinkie was too good to suspect anything.  Eventually by her evil plans, she managed to win Mr Green's love when he and Mrs Pinkie were actually high school sweethearts.

Little Sparks, Big Fires

By the time Little Boy was satisfied with what he had seen, he shrank back into his house slowly so that he would not make any noise. He cupped his sister's mouth only to be bitten by her milk teeth.  'Ouch! Are you crazy?' 'Mom, Meg bit me!'
As he straightened his body, from cringing in pain, he saw that his mother was already down.  She showered him , in low whispers, with lots of questions about what he had seen. Feeling important, Little Boy forgot his pain and told his mother  as interestingly as possible.  Of course, some parts were a bit exaggerated and his mother knew him too well to believe him totally. She forgave him because she knew he had always been such an imaginative child. It was not important anyway and she wondered why she had taken an interest at all. Just wait for the news in the morning papers tomorrow, she told herself.  She went back to minding her children and shooed Little Boy off.
Little Boy shot off to finish his homework in his room upstairs.  As he climbed up the stairs, he imagined himself a superhero flying in supersonic speed to save a damsel in distress. He saw his granny fast asleep on the bed and he loved the smell of the bath soap she used.  He went and pecked a kiss on her pale cheek and then wheezed off to his chair.  The 'damsel' thanked him for his help and bade him goodbye.  That was  a good ending.  He settled down to his homework.