The day passes by uneventfully, receiving nothing but a late slip, and a slight reprimand for the twins. It's crazy; schools in America are strange.
Very soon, Alex pulls up into the driveway and we all filter out, exhausted from the trying day. Millie was designated teacher's pet, Gabby excelled in her tryouts, got nominated to the top of the pyramid, all the students are taken by Lilo -the class clown- Alex joined the Mathletes and I was labelled the weirdo.
All very trying.
Alex immediately jumps from his seat, not bothering to take the keys out. Gabby rolls her eyes and plucks them out, slamming the car door.
"How dramatic." Lilo observes and Millie agrees with a shake of her curly hair.
"Alright. Enough of that." I say, helping them gather their school bags.The synchronised sound of the doors slamming echoes in my ears, and I suddenly feel very drained; a lot more than exhausted.
But I shrug it off -as I often do- and juggle my bag, the twins and my muddled brain. I search in my messenger bag for the house key (this door automatically locks after it's shut, and we had to learn that the hard way) and when I find the key it takes forever to slide into the keyhole because of my wandering mind.
There's something wrong- I can feel it in my bones. Something behind our door would change everything, forever. We would never be the same again. I almost turn to ask the twins if they want to do this, but that would just be ridiculous.
"Could you hurry? I need to go to the loo!" Millie exclaims, impatient.
Stop being silly, I chide myself, quietly pushing the door, afraid of the unknown. Is that not what everyone is afraid of? You fear what you cannot see, because what you don't see, you can't know. And what you can't know, you can't prepare for, and what you can't prepare for-
Millie rushes by me, pushing the door open, and all the preparation in the world could not have prepared me for the sight that lay in front of me.
Mum?
Author's Note:
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