Richmond Dillamond and the first kiss?

Passage ten

Sunday 9th November

Dear Diary

I'm writing this while lying down on my trampoline in my garden. Looks as though it may rain soon. Cool. I don't care though. Maybe when the rain falls It'll hide my internal ache. A lot happened yesterday and the day before, when I back from Fletcher's. Keira broke her arm. Mum and Dad kept arguing about Wilson's new girlfriend, Hilary. I cried in my room all evening yesterday. I felt invisible. Nobody spoke to me. I should probably go into further detail, shouldn't I? Yes you really should, idiot! I'm sorry! Don't apologise, you're pathetic. Hmm, so anyway...

Keira broke her arm cause of me. I feel dreadful. I thought it'd be a funny idea to go outside and play with water guns. My idea, not Keira's. She agreed because she wanted me to take my mind off Mum and Dad's huge argument. Before we started I was trying to fill my water gun up from the garden hose attached to the wall. The hose just didn't want to work and appeared to be jammed. I asked Keira to come over and help. Being the awesome sister that Keira is, she saw what the problem was right away. There was a small lego man stuck halfway up the hose. Keira said to hold the hose while she went to fetch something to scoop the lego man out. While she pushed a very long thin spoon ornament down the hose I noticed that the tap on the hose was still turned on. I quickly reached my hand out to turn it off but it was so rusty that it was impossible to shift. As soon as I was about to tell her, she made the first jolt on the lego man. This made all the blocked water burst all at once at a painfully fast pace causing all the water to go directly in to Keira's stomach. She was forced backwards into the garden bench. Her arm twisted from trying to protect herself. The arm made a disgusting crunch. Keira put on a brave face and told me to walk with her to our nearby hospital. Eventually, after 10 minutes, we got to the hospital and they had to put her arm in a pink coloured cast due to the fact she'd broken it from the tragic twist. It was all my fault. I'm a failure.

The Hilary problem now. It all fired up Friday night. Wilson had invited Hilary over to meet the family and to eat dinner with us. I wasn't pleased. Before she came over, Wilson told us that she was; 'hot', 'funny', an 'artist', and worst of all 'daring'. Daring people are always a nuisance. Apart from Fletcher, but that's different. Fletch is amazing. From what I'd already learnt, Hilary was just a time bomb waiting for the right moment. So anyway. The moment I walked through the door and saw her sitting in the lving room, I knew she was trouble. Wearing a mini skirt, bright pink crop-top, creepers (a brand of weird looking shoes) and a massive stretcher with a gun printed on it. Again, I wasn't impressed.

"What a lovely home you have, Mrs Dillamond." A little bit of sick came up in my throat.

"Thank you, dear. So, Wilson tells me you're an aspiring artist. Who's your favourite?" Mum gave it her best.

"Da Vinci, for sure. His work is so elegant." Hey! That's one of Fletcher's favourites! You can't like him! Stop that! I screamed inside my head.

"How old are you?" Keira spoke up.

"17... why? Do I look older? Aha. I get that a lot, don't worry." I laughed. Ooo look at me! I'm amazing! Ooo don't worry? Piss off did she look older.

"Nah, I actually thought you looked 15... well I guess it's nice to know my brother isn't a pervert." Keira beamed. Hilary however did not. Instead a delightfully stern look was happily delivered to Keira.

"Dinner's ready!" Dad yelped from the kitchen.

We all seated ourselves. I sat next to Keira opposite Will and Hilary. Mum and Dad at either ends of the food indulged table. Kylie was upstairs in her room, due to the fact she was on the phone to her 'it' crowd friends. I forgot to mention that, didn't I? Woops. The food smelt divine. Hilary smelt awful though. Her cheap perfume climbed up my nostrils and killed most of my brain cells. No lie. Wilson seemed loved up; gazing into his childish dress-sensed girlfriend's blue eyes, every single time he looked up from his plate of food.