Fly Away *ON HOLD*

Chapter 2: A Broken Sister

6 years ago...

I sat with my head on my knees at the top of the stairs. It was there that I waited for the yelling to stop.

"You don't ever know how to stay away do you!?" Dad yelled from the kitchen. James shouted something back that, at the time, made me put my hands over my ears.

It had gone on for a few months now. Mom, Dad, and James getting into screaming matches against each other over the stupidest things. The first time it had happened, I went to my room crying. A half hour later James came in apologizing and offered to take me out for ice cream. That was James for you. Always looking out for me and being my protector when my parents weren't. Since then, it had sort of become a habit to do this. They would fight, I would wait for James to come apologize (again and again), then he would take me out for ice cream. Sometimes we would pick up Sterling.

We were both 12 years old, Sterling and I. And we were the best of friends. I never really had any girl friends to keep me company. It was always Sterling. He was the one who I would always have over to play. Sterling was the one who I had sleepovers with. When someone would pick on one or the other, we stood up for each other. All of my memories were connected to him. We really did everything together.

"I want you out of here!" Dad shouted.

"Maybe I will leave!" James yelled back. I stood up from my spot and traveled back to my room. This fight had lasted longer than most. 2 hours at least. I had come home from school to it. It was clear that they wouldn't be done anytime soon.

Once in the safety of my room, I sat down at my computer. I was expecting a message from Sterling soon. At school, he wanted to tell me something but was dismissed before it could happen. I leaned back into my purple swivel chair and surveyed my tidy room

All the white walls were covered in photos and drawings, paintings and posters. My large canopy bed stood in the middle of the room, it was adorned with pink pillows and blankets. There was the door to my large walk-in-closet on one wall and the door to my bathroom on another. There was a white vanity covered with rows of nail polish and make-up. My 5 bookshelves filled with books lined another wall and in front of them a small seating area. Everything in my room was either pink, purple or white. And it was all spotless. Not a toy in sight. I secretly kept any toy I had in my tree house. My parents insisted that I was too old for them and should have more grown-up things.

There was a beeping from behind me and I turned to face the computer.

SterlingtheGreat: Window!

I groaned a little at his screen name. Sterling was always changing it. Just last week it said SterlingBaneYourLeader. It always said something like that. He was just a little full of himself.

I rolled over to the window and looked across to the house next to mine.

The Banes had moved into the housenext to ours after theirs was somehow flooded. (That somehow being Sterling turning on all the taps in the house then leaving them on for a few hours. He claimed that he was trying to make the house on large swimming pool. It had happened when we were 8)

Sterling waved at me from his window. I smiled at him. He pointed to behind him where his computer was. I went back over to mine and waited for his next message.

SterlingtheGreat: Come over!

DaintyLace: Why?

SterlingtheGreat: I have a plan! A genius plan....

I smiled and rolled my eyes. He was always coming up with something that included me. Then I heard the shouting again. James and Dad had moved into the living room. I sighed.