Violet shuffles through the halls of Tristain Middle School with her head down, trying to make it to ILA early."Not going to need these, are you?" Brinley scowls as she slaps the books out of Violet's hands.Violet jumps down to her knees, trying to get her books in time for class. Violet glances up and hears her name on the PA system, "Brinley R. and Violet P. come to the office."
Violet scrambles into the office while Brinley sashays behind. "Hello girls." Principal Obin says with an icy glare. Violet scurries in pushing hair behind her ears. "Hello s-sir. Why did you want to see us?" Violet whispers. "Your parents have just told me that you must go home." "Why?" Violet and Brinley wonder. "You two are going to your parents wedding." He declares. "What!?"
"Go to your lockers and collect your things. Have fun!" Principal Obin smiles. "My mom!?" Brinley exclaims. "My dad!?" Violet yells and then quickly covers her mouth. "That's why dad always took me to Aunt Rosie's house." Violet thinks to herself. The two girls sling their backpacks over their arms and walk to see both of their parents, grinning.
The car ride home was very awkward, both girls trying to ignore the fact that they are "sisters". "Ooh the mall!" Brinley squeals, "lets go!". "We could start planning the honeymoon?" Brinley's mom shrugs. "Thanks mom!" Brinley says as she yanks Violet out of the car. Violet looking like a deer in front of a car, follows. A day at the mall made the girls realize all that they had in common.
The next day, school made Violet more ecstatic than ever. She couldn't wait to share the news. "Brinley!" Violet hollers when she spots Brinley. "Ew. Why is she here?" Brinley's friends ask. "She's my sister." Violet grins. "Well if she is, Brinley, you can't be our friend." one girl roars. "She um isn't." Brinley blurts. Violet storms off and pulls out her phone, looking for the next train to NYC.
Later, Brinley looks for Violet. "Violet!?" Brinley calls. "Here." Violet's dad hands her the note, stating where she had gone. "Oh no." Brinley sprints to grab her bike and starts speeding as fast as a cheetah. Suddenly, she spots a familiar face. Throwing the bike, she runs to Violet. "I'm so sorry for what I did. I-" "It's ok." Violet interrupts, "I'm sorry." They squeeze each other in a hug and walk home, as sisters.