Posh Girls

Nick’s POV:

Gritting my teeth together, I almost kicked down the door to my little sister’s room. Her stupid Hannah Montana, had once again woke me up, and I was prepared to throw her pink plastic CD player out of the window just to shut Hannah up.

“Susie, for the last time, turn that off!” I barked at her, and she turned around. My 10-year old little sister was wearing a blond wig, holding her hairbrush as a micro-phone, and her face was plastered with make-up.  She’d gone overboard on the body glitter, and her face was like her room-Sparkly.

She giggled at me, her dimples showing, and I rolled my eyes.

“Get ready for school Susie!” I told her, and she took her wig off, sticking her pink tongue out at me. I left her room, and went to my room.

If anything, she’d done me a favour; I needed to be up for school anyway. Mam had already headed off to work, and I needed to be dropping Susie off at school soon, then going myself.

I got dressed at the quick speed of any 16 year old boy, and then went to go help Susie. She was struggling to get her white blouse on, and I went to help her. She was crying, and she pulled it off in anguish.

“Hey” I said softly, kneeling down in front of her “What’s wrong?”

“It’s too small!” She sobbed, and wiped her tears away. My little sister was a tad on the chubby side, and I’ll admit that, but I’d beat the snot out of anyone if they said so. I gave her a tissue to dry her eyes, and I went to my room.

I opened my wardrobe, and fished through it until I found a clean white school-shirt, same as hers. It had grown far too small for me, but it would fit Susie fine for now. I took it back through to her, and slipped it over her head.

She’d stopped crying now, and she looked at me. “But it’s a boy’s shirt” She pouted, her bottom lip trembling. Tread carefully now, don’t upset her.

“I know Susie. But if you wear this for one day, I’ll go get you some girl shirts today. Ok?” I asked her, and she nodded, whimpering. “Now, go wash that glitter off your face, and I’ll make us some breakfast.”

She made her way to the bathroom, and I stood up straight, and went to the kitchen. I pulled two bowls out of the cupboard, and filled them with Frosties and milk. I set them down on the table, along with two spoons.

I started munching on mine, and waited for Susie to come down. I remembered the Art homework Miss had set us, and I pulled it out of the magazine rack. It was a little crumpled, but I hadn’t time to do it again. I began shading in the mug she’d had us draw, and didn’t notice Susie come down and start at her breakfast.

Obviously, I finished first, and I ran upstairs to get my guitar and sheet music. Thankfully, that hadn’t been put in magazine rack, so it was in perfect condition. Susie finished, and pushed her bowl away, picking up her own pink school bag. My black adidas bag pack was at the bottom of the stairs, and I’d pick it up as I went out.

“Susie, are you ready to go? Have you got everything for school?” I asked her, and she nodded, checked her bag then replied “Yup” Popping the P in that annoying habit she has.

“Don’t do that” I told her, making my way to the door, shoving my keys in my pocket.

“Nope” She replied, popping the P again. I chose to just ignore it, knowing I wasn’t gonna win this argument, and picked up my bag, opening the door for Susie to walk through. She skipped through, whistling some Hannah Montana song, and I followed her out, locking the door behind me.

Another morning done.

The walk to Susie’s school was short, and I’d dropped her off in no time, giving her some money for her lunch. I saw some boys eyeing it, and the minute I left they made their way over to her. All I saw was her shaking her head, and them nodding. They pushed my only sibling onto the floor.