Anything But Normal

Chapter 6: Dame's POV P2

"Asia, are your there?"

"Yes Dame," Asia sighs. "What do you want, it's 3 in the morning, I want some cookies and I really need to pee, what could be so important?"

"I've realised that..." I begin, but she cuts me off.

"Your girlfriend, who loves you zillions, really needs you and wants you to be here to support her, it's about time." Asia says, and I can tell that she is welling up.

"Well yes but..." brrrrrrrrrrr

'Stress pot' I think, 'she didn't need to hang up.'

I groan in annoyance and roll onto my side to try to get some sleep.







"Bye Dyan," I call to my friend as his car zooms down the street. I sigh. I hate school, good thing that it's Friday. I jump up the steps to our flat, skipping 2 steps each stride. I reach into my bag to get my keys, leaning on the door knob. I suddenly fall onto the fluffy crimson carpet in our hallway.

Ok, that's creepy, I think.

It's not Dad, he doesn't come home till 8:30. It's not Dixon, he is at chess club. It could be Mum who makes rare appearances after school as she's dropping off shopping or getting ready to go out with her friends in the evening. It could also be Chloe, or maybe it's someone else completely different.

I shiver.

I silently creep down the corridor, across the living room, which has an amazing view of London, and down another corridor which holds the bedrooms and 1 of the 3 bathrooms.

As I'm about to go into my room I freeze with my hand halfway in the air, flying towards the handle.

"I'm coming home... I'm coming home... Tell the world I'm coming..." My sisters muffled (but amazing) singing voice reaches my ears from the bathroom.

I tiptoe till I'm outside the door and press my ear against the wood.

The singing is a bit louder now, and so is the crying.

I push down on the handle ever so lightly but it opens wide anyway, wide enough the reveal my sister sitting on the toilet seat.

Tears like snail trails staining her heavily made up face. Her mascara has melted down to her jaw and running over her bright pink lips.

In her hand she holds a pregnancy stick.

Positive.

"I skipped a period," she whispers ashamed, looking down at her heels as tears drip onto the black tile floor. "You won't tell anyone, will you Dame?" She asks with her face looking like a startled rabbit caught in headlights. "We've been close since you were born and Mother and Daddy'll kill me. Please Dame, I'll sort it out." She pleads.

Years ago we made a 'siblings don't tell' rule. But this is a life and death situation for Chloe. She'll go from being the least favourite child to worst child ever.

We all know that Mum and Dad rank their children on the favourite to worst due to their usefulness.

I come first.

Then Dixon.

Then Chloe.

I don't WANT to make a decision like this, and I don't.

I just back out of the bathroom slowly, shutting the door firmly behind me, as if I didn't see anything.