About a year had passed since we first arrived here. If I'm being honest, my parents had done a rather good job of fixing it up. There was a carpet in the hallway and a rug in the living room. My bedroom had all my posters in it and the card from school was in a little frame. I often gazed at it before I got to sleep, but I was quickly getting over it. As much as I hated thinking it, I was beginning to like it here. I had a new school down in the nearby village and a set of friends who sometimes stayed over at the weekend. Life was looking up.
It was the middle of January, I had gotten home from school having just finished an R.E. test. I hate R.E. and I could bet my soul that I flopped. I walked through the door to hear my parents discussing something in the kitchen. I walked in and they both looked excited.
"What's happening?" I asked as I joined them around the table. Mum was holding an instrument. It looked sort of like an electric thermometer, the sort that you put in your mouth.
"Darling," Mum started "well, your father and I have some news." I looked at her, a confused expression on my face.
"Alex, I'm pregnant." I stared at my parents in disbelief, I mean I'd always wanted a sibling but I wasn't expecting one. I just turned around and walked to my room. I was confused. If I had wanted a baby, why did I feel terrible? I calmed myself down and slapped a smile onto my face. Down the stairs and back into the kitchen.
"Are you ok, Alex?" Dad asked.
"I'm fine." Came my reply, "when's it due?"
"In about 8 months."
"October then." I said. I still couldn't believe it. I was going to have a sibling.
"Is it a boy or a girl?" I asked.
"Too early to tell." Dad replied.
"Right." I turned and went back into my room. After all, I still had a pile of homework to catch up on.
