Twenty day challenge.

Day Nine

Day nine. Unedited

I stayed in the room for the majority of my evening not wanting to break the pretence, my number one policy was not to give Sophie benefit of the doubt, if she found out that I actually had a good time babysitting then who knew what horrendous task she’d give me to do next? As long as Finch kept quiet I’d be fine, at least for now. I doubted my incredibly acting skills and I seriously doubted whether I’d actually managed to fool Sophie and my mother, but they can both be gullible at times and since neither of them disturbed me for the rest of the night (apart from telling me dinner was ready) I took their silence as a key to my success.

“Was it really that bad?” Sophie asked when I sit down for tea, mum looks at me sympathetically and I can hear a strange snort from the other side of the table as Finch tries to stifle a laugh. I give a small smirk that goes unnoticed by my mother and Sophie as my brain starts to tick as some devious ideas spring into mind.

“Yes,” I replied giving a small whimper of discomfort, “it was awful,” I said empathising every syllable, “you didn’t tell me that they were little terrors,” I complained crossing my fingers behind my back, hoping that they don’t turn their attention to Finch instead. “I don’t think she was very impressed by you not showing up though Soph,” I said simply before turning my attention to my food, on the other side of the table I wink at Finch who lets out a loud guffaw, and I smiled Sophie shouldn’t have started this game of getting me into trouble, because I was going to win, I was sure of it.

It seemed that up until that moment their mother had been blissfully oblivious to the exchange even though she had been there when they had arranged it, but it seemed that only then did she realise her mistake. “Sophie! If you want a job then you have actually do the job and not just let your sister do your shifts,” she said.

“You’re such a hypocrite!” Sophie said storming out, “you said it was fine,” she said and to be honest I can’t say I blame here, after all mum did act like it was alright earlier but since then she had dramatically changed her mind.

“Ivy I’m sorry, and Sophie I’m sorry for saying it was okay in the first place, but Sophie I have no idea where you were and one things for certain you certainly weren’t study,” mum said hastily, as she struggled to find her way out of the hole she had dug herself into, grovelling wasn’t something my mum or Sophie was any good at. Finch and I dodge the crime scene, and I head upstairs to my drama free bedroom as I plugged my headphones in and said goodbye to the world.

I woke up the next morning, exactly five minutes before my alarm was scheduled to go off, I slapped my hand on the alarm clock before absentmindedly rolling of my bed only to be awoken by a splash of water as some tipped a bucket of ice cold water on my bed. “Ah!” I momentarily screamed but the figure had gone, but there were only two prime suspects; Sophie and Finch, so it wouldn’t be hard to guess who did it if I played my cards right and dropped subtle hints… There was a note on my bed, it was on tea stained paper and completely dry which suggested that it been put there after my early wakeup call it said one word, and one word only “morning,” which only made me grimace in frustration.  All I could say was the person who did it was lucky it was Friday and not any other day of the week.

I went downstairs to make myself breakfast, Finch and Sophie were already seated, and my mum was making breakfast, Sophie’s arms were folded and she had the aura of a stroppy teenager about her needless to say she was refusing to speak to any of us, how mature, not. Mum and Finch were doing their very best to ignore her, I barely acknowledged her presence and instead turned my attention to Finch, today I was determined to learn more about why he was rooming with us, and I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.