Day Five

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Day Five. Not edited.

Saying 'I wouldn't rest until I knew who 'they' are' turned out to be an exaggeration as I fell into a dreamless sleep as soon as my eyes closed. I dreamt of nothing  that night, my conscious was asleep and not awake like it usually was during the night, I was glad I didn't have any dreams since as I've mentioned before there is a very seldom happy ending.

When I woke up I was greeted by the horror of real life as I was gently reminded that today was the day I was going to see a psychiatrist even though I was perfectly sane, apart from the fact that I was a bit nutty, but then again I have yet to come across a person who isn't even the slightest bit nuts.

When I got downstairs I was in for a shock, two people were seated around the pine, wooden table, I wanted to smile and grimace at the same time; they were my parents, the ones that had always overlooked me for fifteen years, the ones that always put Sophie first no matter what. For the past five days my father had been on some course to do with astronomy and my mum (who's a fashion designer) was preparing models for one of the biggest fashion shows of the year.

Unlike other parents they trust us enough to keep the house in order, well they trust Sophie, me? Not so much, did they even know that Finch was staying here?!

"Hey Ivy," dad said in a chirpy tone, but I don't know what he had to be so chirpy about, firstly it was a Monday morning, and secondly I had six hours of school to look forward to, what could possibly be better? I'm not going to ask why Finch is staying here since if he isn't supposed to be staying here then his plans could all go wrong, plus he wasn't a bad roommate as far as things go, and I still felt a wild sense of loyalty towards Finch for no apparent reason.

"Hi dad, mom," I said quietly as I poured some milk in my bowl of cereal, my judgement of distance must've been off as I pour over half the milk on the worktop, I was nervous like I always was around my parents, the problem was I never knew how to react around them, because however hard I tried I'd never be good enough.

"Yeah so honey, I hope you didn't mind that Finch is staying for us for a while," mom said and I shrugged Finch's sudden arrival annoyed me at first but now it had grown on me, but there was still one last question left to ask...

"Why is he staying with us?" I asked but the only reply I get is the one curtsey of silence. I started eating my cornflakes as mom and dad tried to think of something to say, something that would only make me even more curious I was sure.

"It's up to him to tell you," mom finally said cryptically and I groan inwardly why couldn't I get a simple answer to one of my questions these days?!

I finished my cereal before heading upstairs to avoid upsetting my parents further, don't ask me how I just did, they managed to point out most of my hidden flaws within seconds, although that wasn't as bad as when they were comparing me to Sophie.

Finch was nowhere to be seen and neither was Sophie, but then again I only seldom see her in the mornings, well more to the point I just avoid her well anyone in their right mind would, unless you deliberately want to get your head bitten off that is. I greeted Jennifer at the front of the show and I was very happy to see that she was still on cloud nine as she floated about and as she moved she made an action similar the one made when skating on ice.

"Hi Ivy!" She said as she skidded almost losing her balance.

"Hey Jennifer," I said as I wondered whether her enthusiasm was catching or not, I felt a tickle rise up my throat and a splutter emerge from my face but my giggle (or full on guffaw) was muffled as a figure walked towards both of us.

"Hey Ivy and is it Genevieve? I'm sorry; I'm so rubbish at names!" Georgie said her small, petite figure looming towards us as she flicked a stray strand of her hair behind her hair. Jennifer, who I can tell is slightly offended just shrugged before correcting her, after all my theory, was that Gee only remembered my name since I was the little sister of her best friend.

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