 Davina/Bentley Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
Chloe was always losing a Clara. Every time she turned around her sister was either gone, hanging upside down on something or yelling about the planet on her soap box. Merlin, she hoped she wasn't hanging upside down on anything. That skirt was too short for hanging and she didn't need the train getting a view of all of her sister's freckles.
With an exasperated sigh, because really it should be harder to lose a whole human being, Chloe clammered down the corridors looking for a flash of red. She huffed as she weaved in and out of crowds because this was not what she wanted for her train riding experience. She wanted silence, she wanted a nice book and she wanted her girlfriends to all just hang out. Summer had been too long without them every day.
But Clara wandered off. It was like having a small child, being the twin sister of Clara Newman.
Peaking in the luggage compartment, Chloe called out her sister's name, "Clara?"
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