Our Secret

Chapter 6 who am I?

When we were born we were all given a gender be it boy or girl it was never a decision one can choose freely. But If that was the case my sister wouldn't be acting this way...

Living with people especially those who are the family you tend to pick up abnormal behaviors and mood swings. Especially if you are the oldest and your assigned role as the oldest is to make sure everyone else is okay even if that means before actually taking care of yourself. But lately, this just seems like the case more and more. 

It was late afternoon when I heard knocking at our front door Since it was a teacher I knew I felt comfortable enough to answer the door before yelling across the house for my mother. Who at the time was still in bed in her darkroom watching her dramas on her computer. As I swung open the door one of my old teachers from middle school arrived it was Mrs.Greadlin my old English teacher. She smiled at me as I to her.

" Oh hey, their lulu how are things?"

"Oh, you know same old same old just working on some homework."

" Always such a hard worker huh? Well glad to hear things are well I'm actually here to talk to your mother do you-"

Before she even finished my mother stormed in such a hurry rushing to the front door fidgeting with her robe then growling at me darting her eyes.
" Who the fuck told youuu- oh miss um.. "

" Greadlin mami her name is miss Greadlin she's here to talk to you."

Almost got caught, didn't she?  I thought to myself as I was being pushed slowly to the end side of the door frame. But since this is adult business a Nobody shouldn't be presented. Well, That's how my mother phrased it so I just quietly yet quickly went back to my room about to finish off the last bit of homework. Just when I was about to my sister asked me.

"Hey who was it?"

" Oh well for some strange reason my- our English teacher from school is here wanting to speak with mom."

My sister's eyes got real round then looked over to her desk and grabbed her sketchbook. I looked at her as she then flipped through a few pages and started ripping a page out. After one page it became two pages now three as she continues to rip off pages frantically I was taken back just looking at her made me question what exactly she was ripping. As I made my way to her I picked up a crumpled piece of paper.

I was confused about what I saw because we all knew she loved to draw and sure maybe her drawings aren't normal. But it was what she was proud of and like all kids, it was her hobby. Still confused I tried to grab her attention as she was still smashing up crumpled papers in our trash can. One crumpled-up ball rolled its way to my foot I grabbed it.

To my surprise, It was a drawing of a chibi or an anime sketch of a boy in a small dress. Confused at the drawing I asked my sister what was the meaning of this she whipped around and yelled.

" Give it back you bitch! "

That's when she hurled at me with a slap on my arm and a grip of my hair in her hands. Due to the impact of both of her hits, I dropped the crumbled-up paper to the ground as I grabbed a hold of my hand in which her grip was still tight as ever.

"L-let go me!!" 

I struggled to say as she let go of my hair and continued to hide these pages from her sketch pad.