Twa Sisters

Twa Sisters
(an extract)

She’s loud, I’m nae. She’s messy, I’m nae. She’s confident, I’m nae. Although we share share an affa lot o stuff, personalities isna ane.

She’d dee anything tae be centre o attention and mak folk watch her bit yir attention wid probably ariddy be drawn by i volume o fit she speaks at. She’s iways singin n loupin aboot I hoose. She’s iways full o life n it’s a surprise if yi iver hear her it peace. Even fan she sleeps I still hear her mumbliin awa tae herself. But me, I’m the opposite, or at least at’s the way a see masel as. I’d dee anything tae nae be centre stage or in front of a crowd. I hate being in front o audiences, even jist speakin in a sma group o people thit I dinna kane. No, she’d yap awa tae them happily. She’s quite social, iways needin to be oot we her pals but me I like jist relaxin by maself ivery noo n again. Bit I suppose not iverybody is thi same are they?