Confusion struck the bespectacled teenager that lazy Saturday afternoon, as she engaged in a video game whose rating far exceeded her age while keeping company to her older sister whom preoccupied herself with a book, as per usual. With the game paused, Gwendoline glanced down at her smartphone as it vibrated twice after the last message she sent out to the masses of QuillBook; one from that same sister, and another from a long lost friend. What bothered her was not whom had sent the messages, or their contents. Rather, it was what the messages lacked.
"Hey." Shutting her smartphone's screen and carelessly tossing it aside, having it land face first on the couch of the younger girl's room, the geek turned to face Colette with bewilderment clearly etched on her face. The pair argued plenty - out in the public at least - but indoors, it was far less frequent; yet, for once, her sister's inaction bothered Gwendoline enough to try to start a confrontation behind closed doors nonetheless.
"What's with the ignoring? Can't you shove that reputation of yours aside for just a minute?" The French words escaped out of sheer habit. QuillBook was a public forum - her sister had always been one to act a certain way in front of others, and so that was possibly what was going on. Yet, it bothered her greatly: it was still about a long lost friend of theirs after all.