Vent

Not Okay

I have known Charlie for two weeks now and we still don't know each others names. I don't even know what he looks like but it feels like I've never had a closer friend. For two weeks we have just talked about our favorite things and people at our schools. That was another thing we found enjoyable. Talking about other people.

 Me and Charlie O-X had been happily discussing the thought of how maybe the purple he sees is not the same as the purple I see, when my sister barged into my room asking why I was talking to myself.

That was Sunday night. Of course I had no real explanation for her and she was obviously in a bad mood. When I just stared at her dumbly, she called me a number of extremities and slammed my door. Oh ya she was in a REALLY bad mood.

I heard Charlie faintly ask me

"Who was that?"

I sighed my attention going to the vent next to me.

"Oh that was just my darling sister, she thinks I'm mentally deficient and will take whatever evidence she has to get me into a institution."

"Ohhhh that was Courtney?"

I heard him laugh lightly.

The next morning my sister was sitting, and eating cereal at the table when I woke up.

"Are Mom and Dad here?" I asked hopeful to not be alone with her.

"No, Dad is at his job Mom is....she is looking for one too"

Wow mom hasn't looked for a job in a long time, I didn't think she would start working again.

I noticed my sister staring at her cereal with an almost confused look on her face. There was defiantly something wrong, Courtney was very good at hiding her feelings but as her sister I could read her like an open book.

I approached the table cautiously as though I was approaching a dangerous wild animal.

"Are you okay?"

My sisters head shot up and her perfect emerald green eyes met my studied glare.

"Who were you talking to last night?"

The words came out sharp and attacking, obviously trying to take the spotlight off her inner emotional turmoil.

"No one just myself"

"Well I know that's a lie so who was it? Were you on the phone? Was it a boy?"

"What a-"

I was suddenly dumbfounded in my sisters interest in me and whomever I was talking to. I figured if I kept saying I wasn't talking to anyone she would keep pushing, knowing that I was lying. So I just gave in.

"Fine yes, I was talking to someone on the phone, and no it wasn't a boy it was a girl"

"What's her name"

"You don't know her she doesn't go to our school"

"Her name"

I sighed exasperated knowing that now the topic of her being upset was long gone.

"Um..... Charlie, her name is Charlie"

My sister studied me and for a second and I almost thought I wasn't going to get away with it.

"My God Viola, you don't have to be so secretive about it, it's not like I'll tell Mom and Dad."

Except that's exactly what it's like, or at least what I thought it was like. She got up putting her bowl in the sink. I guess now that I have something on her she wouldn't be snitching on me anytime soon. My sister went into the hallway to get her backpack and shoes.