Inivisible

Tears and Talks

The bell finally rings letting me out of the form time from hell, but the moment I get out of the door leading out into the corridor I was standing in only a few minutes ago I'm ambushed with loads of comments of admiration and kindness:

"Wow what you did was so cool!!"

"I wish I was as brave as you"

"Did you see the look of the Mrs Jones's face? That was priceless!!"

I smile. This is what popularity is all about. I know I'm not popular for the best reason reason in the world but that's OK right?

***

The rest of the day passes like any other school day would. Work, talking and having fun! At the end of the day I wave good bye to Ariana and started walking home, I only live about five minutes down the road so it doesn't take long before I reach my small three bedroom house. I stand outside for a minute and wonder what I would be like to live in a enormous three story high mansion. I stare up and the windows and picture them as huge glass double doors with big balconies sticking out of the wall. I look down at the followers planted neatly by the edge of the house and image them as huge flower beds with a big gravel pathway leading to the house. Oh how I wish I could live in a house like that. I guess for now I can just dream.

I open the front door and step inside the house

"I'm home!!" I call. I close the door and walk into the kitchen, my mum stands at the oven cooking something. I sniff the air. Cookies, I smile, my mums specially.

"mmmm cookies" I say. I walk over to my Mum and she wraps her arms around me.

"Chocolate chip" she corrects me. I laugh and walk over to the kitchen table putting my school bag on the chair. Suddenly I hear the front door slam and instantly know its my big sister Tatiana.

"Hi Tati!" I call down the hallway cheerfully. I her mumbling something which i take for a friendly:

"Hi Gemma! I hope you had a good day at school" but is probably just a rude:

"Ugh go away. why are you always so cheerful all the time?" Its's the kind of response I'm used to. I hear her bedroom door slam and slowly walk up the stairs and go up to her bedroom door and knock.

"Tati?" I call carefully. She could be in one of her explosive moods again. I hear a wail come from the other side of the door.

"Can I come in?" I ask. she clearly sounds upset.

"If you want" I hear her moan from the other side of the door. Wow. She really must be upset if she is letting me come in her bedroom. She never lets me come in her bedroom. I slowly open the door and look in. Her room is sky blue and has white clouds painted around the border. Most teenagers her age would beg their parents to let them repaint it but this is different. Our Dad painted it for her when we where little before he split up with Mum. Soon after Mum lost contact with him and we haven't seen him since. Her room also has a white desk pressed against a wall and above it is a window with a lovely view of the fields that outstretch past our house. There is a white wardrobe on the other wall and her bed facing opposite. The whole room is covered with posters of boy bands and actors. I see her lying on her bed with her face in her pillow.

"What's up?" I ask coming over to her. She lifts her head up and stares at me. She looks awful, her mascara is streaked down her cheeks, her hair is a mess and her lower lip is quivering like shes about to cry. She certainty has been crying and feel really sorry for her.

"it-it's Cameron" she wails and the crying starts up all over again. I sigh silently to myself and try to calm her down.

" Come on i'll help you wash your makeup off and then we can talk all about it" I say softly getting her up and leading her to the bathroom. We wash her makeup off and when she's freshened up we sit back down on her bed.

"Tell me all about it." I say sitting down on her bed beside her "I won't interrupt, promise"

"Well-well. we got in a fight he told me he hated our fights and he was sick of them, sick of us" she stammers. I can see her bottom lip begun to quiver and I lean forward and wrap my arms tightly around her. She grips me back and we are both sitting there hugging each other

"You don't need him anyway" I whisper to her "He's stupid and clearly does't see what he's missing out on"

"Thanks." She whispers.