The Sitter's Sister

Chapter 2

"Wake up! It's a new day and we got things to do!" Sairah shouted.

Leigh-Anne had not been asleep. She crawled out of bed groggily anyway. That had been her first time sleeping in a real bed.

She met Sairah in the kitchen scraping eggs into her plate. "Today is job hunting day and I'm confident. Got a place on the first night and it only cost me my body. Ha!"

Leigh looked at the eggs. They seemed burned. Sairah had not really been the cook back at their old place . . . "That's a lot in my opinion."

"Ah? You need to speak up. I can barely hear anything you say." When she was done sharing out the eggs she went to her seat across the table and sat. "I think that we should do something like . . . I don't know, go door to door introducing ourselves to the suckers who live here. Rich people like that sort of stuff. Be nice, show a smile and they give you money."

Leigh looked at the eggs and did not feel like eating. She had not even felt like eating last night even though it had been a long day. She picked up her fork slowly anyway. "So we're going to introduce ourselves to our neighbours?"

"Pretty much. If we make enough small talk we may make a good impression and they'll give me a job." Sairah winked. "I'd leave you at home but I feel . . . hey why aren't you eating?" She frowned. "Oh you think my eggs aren't as good as hers-"

"No, no it's just . . ." Leigh-Anne did not even know what to say. "'M not hungry." She said softly.

Sairah raised an eyebrow. "You're not hungry?"

Leigh nodded.

"What th- listen. I just cooked up the only eggs I brought from our place. We're lucky they didn't go bad in my backpack. If you don't eat it I swear- holy f*ck." Sairah shook her head and pulled out a cigarette.

Leigh-Anne did not mean to make her angry. "I-I know. I won't waste it I swear. I just . . . if you want you can have mine-"

"No you need to eat what I feed you 'cause I don't have it in me to watch you f*cking die from starvation." Sairah told her.

Leigh gulped. "Okay." She whispered.

"Good." Sairah said. She finished up her eggs and cringed. She really needed to learn how to cook. "Okay you're not looking too hot right now so I think I'll do the neighbour greetings myself. Stay home and read whatever like you usually do." She got up and brought her dishes to the sink. The kitchen setup was not what she was used to. This whole place was so modern. That was why she burned the eggs . . . and because she had no judgement of how long something needed to stay over a flame before it cooked.

Leigh played around with her eggs as Sairah walked out.

"Eat." She said before heading to the bathroom. "Gotta freshen up."

Leigh sighed.

About an hour later, Leigh was still over her plate, staring emptily at its contents.

Why couldn't she eat? This felt weird.

She decided to put the eggs in the fridge for later. They had a working microwave now so she could heat it up easily if she got hungry.

Leigh contemplated going to her room to read some more but somehow she did not feel like doing that either.

So she dragged her feet to the window over the sink and looked out of it.

Sairah was right, the houses here really were nice. So pretty compared to what she knew. The people in this town probably considered the appearance of where they lived as well as having somewhere to live.