Writing Prompt Wednesday

The last time I saw my sister was in 1997. She had on a leather coat and a pair of red heels, and she was getting on the back of her boyfriend's motorcycle. Mom and dad were screaming at her to get back inside, but she wasn't going in. She shot them a smirk, swung one high-heeled leg over the bike, gripped Sean Latimer around the waist, and murmured something in his ear. I've tried to imagine what she whispered to him before he pulled his shades down over his eyes and took off into the night, but I guess I'll never know.

I wanted to be just like her.