"Give it back Rubella!" exclaimed Prunella as she struggled to snatch the notebook from her sister's hand. They were in Prunella's room battling for the prize that was Prunella's journal, a navy blue book with gold lettering reading Prunella on the cover, a gift given to Prunella by her mother on her fifteenth birthday. While the two sisters generally had a close relationship, there were just some things that the other wanted to keep to themselves. What the sisters didn't realize was that this time old conflict between siblings would be the catalyst for the unforeseen events that would soon follow.

The commotion between these two had all begun when Rubella came over to have dinner with her family since Rubella only lived an hour outside of Elwood City.

"I'm here," announced the female poodle as she entered her childhood home where her father was in the living room.

"Hi, honey" her father said whilst his eyes were glued to the screen. There were only ten minutes left in the fourth quarter and the teams were tied.

"Come on men, let's see some hustle," the middle-aged poodle barked as his comparably chill wife strolled across the floor to greet her adult daughter.

"Welcome home dear," Wanda Deegan cooed to her eldest girl as they gently embraced, "could you go grab your sister for me, dinner will be ready as soon as the game's over" she remarked, making sure to say the last part of the sentence sternly as to get her husband's attention.

"Yeah, yeah" Mr. Deegan huffed to his already irritated wife. Rubella quickly fled upstairs before the tension increased anymore between her parents. When Rubella opened the door to Prunella's bedroom, which didn't look much different since she was nine years old, she only added zodiac symbols and bohemian imagery along with the already existing Henry Skreever member bill.

"Hmmph, she sure takes after me," Rubella chuckled before she saw Prunella lying on her bed with her headphones, writing in her journal. Unbeknownst to Prunella, she didn't know Rubella had arrived home for dinner, let alone behind her as the older woman snatched the notebook out of her hands in the mid-sentence.

"Give it back, Rubella" Prunella snarled. The fact that Prunella, at sixteen years old, was having to fight her twenty-five-year-old sister for HER notebook astounded the teenager.

"I just want to know what you're writing about baby sis" Rubella stated plainly as she struggled to read her sister's writing and keep the owner of said writing at arm's length at the same time.

"It doesn't matter what I wrote because it's none of your business", Prunella angrily grasped at the air, her journal just inches out of her reach.

The two sisters were roughly around the same height, Prunella just a smidge taller, but Rubella still had the longest arms in the family.

"What's in here anyway that's got you so fired up," said Rubella as she held the notebook in one hand and kept Prunella away with the other.

Rubella's eyes scanned the page her sister was writing on when she noticed at the bottom of the page, her sister's incomplete sentence, "I hate that I feel this way about-"

"Oomph", exhaled Rubella as she dropped the notebook to the ground.

The older girl's sister had rammed her elbow into her stomach while she was distracted reading the page. Speedily the teen took her journal and threw it into her messy closet, an usually daily inconvenience turned into a defense system for her belongings. Prunella glanced down at her sister who was huffing to get up from the floor, she felt bad about knocking her over, but what real choice did she have. The girl was in a panic trying to get her journal away from Rubella, there's no way she wanted anyone knowing her deepest secret, especially her teasing sister.

"Ugh, damn sis, you didn't have to knock me over like that, I just want to know what's going on in your life." Heaving herself off the floor, the older poodle added,

"You've been so closed off the last few years and I don't spend as much time with you as I did before."

Glancing back at her sister one last time as she opened the bedroom door to her sister's room, "By the way, Mom said to come downstairs, dinner is almost ready." As quickly as Rubella left the room, a painful sigh escaped Prunella's mouth, expressing all the shame and hurt she felt for not only the secret that she held, but the lengths she would go to protect it.