Idiot Big Brother || The story of being Tom Holland's little sister

The Good and the Bad Memories

We sat in scilence as we ate, I picked at the weird version of a pizza Sam had made for dinner that night. I decided to break the scilence, "You said mum wanted me home Tom? Where is mum?" I asked

"They left while you were at school, also I just said that so Alayna would let us leave." Tom chuckled. I made him frown agian when he saw my expresstion stayed dead. I didn't find Tom's "Jokes" very funny anymore, why please him when he will leave agian in less than a week. I just had to deal with him for that long, I could do it right? Sam dropped his pizza, jerking me out of my thoughts. 

"I'm going to order something eles, if I ever want to cook agian than slap me." Sam said. I smiled smally to my plate. Times used to be like this. I grabbed the handle to the pantry door, yanking it opened to revele Harry hidding on the floor. 

"I found you!" My voice squealed. My five year-old voice was very high pitched, Harry laughed as he sped after me. I was just looking for Tom now, I had found Sam in mum's laundry basket. I looked in the garage but found only the old bikes. Flying up the stairs, I ran to my room. Almost knocking over Harry in the prosess, I grabbed the handle to my closet to find Tom, curled up in the corner. 

"I found you!" I shreiked. Tom laughed, even thought he was seaven years older he always made time for me. Untill the acting came up. 

I started back up the stairs agian, there was no reason for me to be downstairs anymore. I walked past Harry & Sam's old room, then Tom's. I stopped to peer into the deep blue room. I walked in pushing the door forward. I missed this room, but I had a set rule that I would avoid all things about my brothers. I walked over to his dark oak desk, he had a notebook open, a small bow tie thingy, and four books all out on his desk. Of course I opened the notebook, I never thought of Tom as the artisic type. If anything his only art was acting. Yet what layed before my was the oppisite of that: 

I fingered the drawings in awe. I did not exspect this from Thomas especially. There were like mine, I love drawing and find it like an escape for me. I flipped throught the pages to find even more drawings and what I thought might be.....poetry? What the dear hell! Thomas was more detailed than I thought: 

I grabbed the notebook and ran to my room and slamed the door. I cried into my pillow to not bother the boys, I locked the door and fell asleep with the notebook in my arms.