As i run upstairs i can hear the sound of someone following me all the way to my bedroom, tears falling from my eyes every now and again. I turn around, but no one is there. 'Uh i must be hearing things...' i mutter under my breath, and finish walking to my bedroom. I enter my room, the place that holds many secrets and holds many tears. The only place i can show my true emotion without worrying about others. I walk to my bed and sit down, dropping my head in between my legs letting my tears flow. I finally decide that I should start getting ready for school.
I lift my head and jump in shock to see my younger sister staring at me from my bedroom door. My sister's name is Katie. She is five years old, but acts older. I love her to bits, but I hate her seeing me like this. I hate anyone seeing me like this. She begins walking over to me, her face showing no emotion. She is holding 2 juice boxes in either hands and is wearing her favourite pink sunglasses on top her head. She stands in front of me, handing me one of the unopened juice boxes and slowly lifts her tiny hand to wipe away the tear running down my cheek. She smiles, which makes me smile. She takes a sip of her juice box and immediately runs back down to the kitchen to join mum, who is frantically calling her name. I couldnt stop smiling once she left the room. Even the smallest things she does makes me happy, its almost like she is the only one who understands me.
I place the juice box on the table beside my bed and begin getting ready for school. I put on my uniform, throw my hair up into a messy bun and put on some make up. I stare into the mirror for a while, examining myself from head to toe. I let out a disappointed sigh and head for the bus stop, swinging my school bag over my shoulder as i leave the room.
