Kendra was excited -
very excited. But, really, when wasn't a girl happy to finally move away from home? She loved her parents, but after raising two daughters, even they were starting to want the house to themselves. And Kendra was convinced that college was going to be the most fun of her life - and living with her sister again? Life hadn't been like that for years.
She was twenty, pushing twenty-one, but she looked a little older. Taking after her older sister, Kendra was certainly a young and beautiful thing, and while modeling struck her mind, she found a passion in photography - cliche, she knew, but there was something about capturing a moment with a camera. When Callie moved away, Kendra had hardly been a teenager - and she was only just growing in to her new body. Of course, the two had seen each other on holidays or when she came to visit, but it'd never been anything extensive.
Knocking on the door to her sister's home, Kendra brushed her hair out of her face, chewed on her bottom lip, and stood a little straighter. She was dressed in a simple, white tank-top with a dip large enough to show a little cleavage, and she wore a pair of jeans that hugged her rear and thighs with a simple pair of white and pink tennis shoes. The young adult just couldn't hide her smile, and she waited to see who opened the door.