Falling For Your Antics (Editing)

Chapter 3- Go Decorate Your Legs and God Knows What Else

Before I knew it, school had finished and six o'clock rolled around faster than thunder. Just as I was checking my hair in the mirror, my phone beeped with a text.

Rowan: You ready?

Me: Nearly, just gotta sneak out.

Rowan: Well hurry up and get to it girl! I'm starving!

I rolled my eyes. Rowan was always hungry, no matter how much she ate. She was that kind of girl that could trough like a pig and maintain the belly of an iron board. Anyway...

I shoved my phone in my pocket and opened my bedroom door, wincing as it creaked. I swear I'm asking my mum for oil this Christmas, I thought to myself, that door is way too noisy, I might as well have put a cow bell around my neck! Just as I was walking down the stairs, my little brother Angus spotted me.

"Hey!" He exclaimed loudly and sharply as he pointed at me. "Mummy, Branny's going somewhere!" He shouted towards the kitchen with excitement and giggled at the nickname he gave me. I internally winced.

"Shh!" I wildly motioned with my hands. A mischievous glint sparked in his eyes.

"Muuuuuuuu-!" I slapped my hand across his mouth. Whenever I tried to leave the house quietly, not that it was often, Angus always found me and tried to grass me up before I could make it out the front door. There was no other way of getting out, and he seemed to think it was all some fun game.

He bit my hand. "Ow!" I raised my voice but quickly lowered it, aware of the fact I could be heard. "If I get you a big pack of Haribo on the way back, do you promise not to tell Mum?" I half asked, half pleaded. Normally Angus' mouth could be shut with the mention of sweets, and I was counting on it. There was no way Mum was going to let me out to this fair otherwise, although I hated acting against her.

The fair me and Rowan were going to was a very big deal in our town. Every year the annual fair came and it was known to everyone to be wild and jam packed from all the high school kids. It was arguably one of the biggest events to happen in town, except from some concerts dotted around here and there. Regardless, Rowan always attempted to drag me out to it, and I always couldn't go because I was relied on too heavily at home. Or, well, as Rowan calls it, "enslaved to my siblings and under the wrath of my creepy step dad." But that wasn't the only reason. The fair was known for its neon bright lights on all the rides as it ran on past midnight, another reason I have never been allowed to go. The whole place lit up even the stars in its fluorescence.

Angus smiled cheekily and nodded his head. " I promise!" He shouted, then bounced back into the living room. Operation avoid destruction; check.

I quickly ran out of the house, closing the door slowly and quietly, and hopped into Rowan's car. I didn't have a car yet myself, although my big sister August did due to this fund that gives children with disabilities something they want once a year for free. Whereas I have to stand by and watch both of my siblings get the latest technology and whatever expensive things they want. It's not that I was jealous, they deserved it because they led harder lives than the rest of us, but I couldn't understand why my mum never made the effort to spoil me, too, so I never felt left out. I brought it up with her one night, saying how unfair it was that her and Nate can't even help me pay for some things, when he walked into the room and basically choked the words in my throat with his own by 'putting me in my place,' also known as yelling at me non stop until I stayed quiet.

One step forward, two steps back.

This year when my sister got a car from them it was like a slap in the face. Yes, I know, I shouldn't be jealous and it sounds rather selfish of me to say all this because they have to live with a disability and I don't, but it comes to something when your parents won't even offer to help you out, and you just have to watch not one, but both of your siblings get things you could only dream of. And there was no point in asking my dad for help because it seemed he was more interested being in the local pub than being in my siblings and I's lives.