The Triple S

Chapter Four

{{Chapter Four}}

That’s how we’re here now; helping each other move boxes into our new house after spending three months living in hotels, trying to find the perfect place to live. A place where Gina and I can live in peace and go to school.

We wanted to be normal teenagers.

Everyone said goodbye to us and I knew that they would miss us. I felt bad that my parents and sister had to leave their friends behind, but they said me being able to stay was worth it.

My sister hated my guts and I knew that for a fact. Every time I would be near her I could feel the hatred that she was targeting me with.  It hurt for her to hate me and I had no idea why she felt that way. Since I’ve returned she said two sentences to me. The first was when I was leaving the bathroom in the hotel and she was going in. She bumped my shoulder; which probably cause her a lot of pain seeing as my muscles are hard and I didn’t move an inch.

“Move your arse!” Was all she said then closed the door in my face.

The other was the same sentence but this time I pushed her, softly though seeing as she my sister whether or not she likes it.

She wanted the big room with the personal bathroom but mom and dad said that I get it, seeing as I like to be alone when I’m not spending time with dad. We get along as if I was never taken, I missed the time that we shared and it brought me great joy to see that he didn’t change.

He was now the happy-go-lucky father that I always loved and came to for advice.

She tried to shoulder bump me out of the way and into the room like I hadn’t sat my bad into the empty bed.

“No Gina, I’m tired of your attitude. This is my room, our parents said so. So back off my room and find your own.” I said pointing down the hall to the other room down the hall.

“Why do you get this room?” She whined. “I’m better, prettier, and people like me better. What makes you so special?”

I looked at her confused, what the . . . ?

Clearing my head I closed my door in her face, not wanting to hear anymore of her selfishness. What brought that on? She was acting like mom and dad chose me over her. Which they did not I know that for a fact.

My parents know that I need alone time and they know how Gina has been acting towards me. I told them that she’s in a stage but I don’t really think that’s true. She really hates me, like I killed her true love kind of hate.

“Greenly,” my mom said as she knocked on my door.

“Come in,” I say as I continued to unpack. I had boxes and boxes of things that I bought before moving. My old clothes were given to Goodwill, because I was no longer a very cheery person, my clothes now consist of darker colors.

I was still happy and I smiled, I just wore blacks, browns, and dark reds and purples. I wanted for people to leave me alone at school, wanted to keep my family and I safe. This was a way to do it.

That meant no attracting attention to the school or me.

“Are you sure about school tomorrow?” My mom asked me as she sat on my bed as I hung clothes in my closet.

“Yes, mom, I am sure.” I say turning towards her. “I lost a year of my life, I will never get that back but that doesn’t mean I have can’t make it up.”

“You do know that you’ll be held back one year for the absence, right?”

“Yes mom,” I sighed. “Dad and I discussed it and I’m fine with it. I’ll be in the same grade as Gina so at least she won’t be the only new girl in her grade.”