New Divide

New Divide: 44

The quiet clinking of a cup on saucer were really the only sounds to be heard in the small square living room. A woman with similar warm brown coloured hair to Margo sat slightly shaking in an overly comfortable looking chair with too many cushions.

Margo herself sat on the sofa looking around the room. “You've redecorated.” She commented with a slight pause to assess the dodgy wallpaper. She didn't like it. She preferred the old navy blue painted walls from her childhood.

Yes, she was home. It took her a little longer than she first ever imagined. But she got here. It seemed that she knew where she was going, despite not totally realizing it. She walked down the streets and looked around at the familiar shops and alleys. She knew this place. She knew it because she grew up here.

Seeing as how a road led out of the small town and pointed towards the surrounding hills she decided then it was a good time to find her parents, to find her home. As much as she'd just love to find West Park, she had other things to attend to.

So here she was. After almost causing her mother to faint, she was now sitting in the living room. Her rucksack by her feet. In the small room it looked oddly big, what with it being overly packed with things.

Hearing rushed footsteps from the stairs both her and her mother looked to the door as it swung open. Margo's eyes narrowed. She failed to wholly notice that her parents had split and her mother had remarried and adopted her new partner's son.

Margo had a sibling, of sorts. And it was something which stirred something in her. She wasn't sure what, but it was something.

The boy, Robert, was twelve, curly blonde hair, bright clear hazel toned eyes. He seemed strangely lanky for his age, and he walked slightly hunched over. He was odd. In so one word. Odd. Margo scoffed, like she was the paradigm of normality.

“Who're you?” Robert asked. He had heard the commotion which Jane – Margo's mother – had made when opening the door. He heard her exclaim something or rather, tumble and knock things over and then the door being quietly shut.

“Margo, you must be Robert.” Margo stared at the young boy. They hadn't been properly introduced. But there were certificates on the walls addressed to someone called 'Robert' and what class he was in. He seemed quite smart. Or sporty. Margo hadn't paid much attention which subject these certificates were made out to.

“Who're you?” Robert asked again but a bit more hostile with his tone.

Margo raised an eyebrow. He wasn't hostile. She had seen hostile, and he certainly wasn't pulling it off. “I suppose in some way I am your sister. Jane's my mum, Frederick – where ever he is – is my father.” Margo hadn't found out where her father was yet, but she intended to find out.

“Sister?” Robert walked into the room and sat in the other overly cushioned chair. “But Jane has never mentioned you.”

“I've been travelling.” Margo smiled and looked to her mother. Of course she hadn't mentioned her. “For many years. I’ve been helping out over seas with teaching.” Margo applauded herself for her lying, she really did.

“So why're you back?” Robert asked sounding rather bored.

“I need to ask Jane some questions.” Margo narrowed her eyes and looked from Robert to her mum and then back again. “If you don't mind leaving us in private?”

“I do.” Robert said while slouching.

“You're not going to leave?” Margo asked he shook his head, “Very well.” Lifting up a hand she gently fisted it. Robert looked at her oddly whereas Jane practically jumped out of her chair.