CHAPTER 11

Finally! The week was over. The weekend had arrived! Jonah hadn't been in school again so the day had been pretty monotonous and I hadn't had any more biology or math lessons since the "frog incident" so hadn't been given a chance to grate on Ella's nerves by ignoring her warning but at that moment as I walked through the front door, I really didn't care. I was just glad I'd managed to get through a whole week at my new school.
I kicked of my converse, dumped my bag on the carpeted floor and sighed happily. No more classes, no more teachers, and no more Ella Ryan for more than another 48 hours. Perfect.
As I sidled into the kitchen to hijack the Oreos, I wondered how my weekend would be spent. Obviously I had lots of assignments from school to complete and I had to talk to Hannah again but then what?
Thinking about this reminded me of how my weekends had once been filled. A long time ago in a far, far away land my weekends had been literally filled to bursting. Before the divorce, in L.A I had been one of the most social in school. My friends and I were constantly bombarded with invitations to parties and we had gone to the majority of them- being the party girls we were. In fact we generally had only missed a party if a better one was going on at the same time. With Amber, my school week had consisted of perpetual gossip and constant bathroom breaks to retouch my make up. Then as soon as the bell rang on Friday afternoons we would drive back to either her house or mine and get ready for whatever we were doing that evening- whether it was going to a party, going on a date or simply hanging out with our other friends and the guys. God that felt like light-years ago! I couldn't even work out why I had enjoyed doing any of that now. I mean I wasn't saying I was completely unsociable now; in fact I would have still liked to go out with friends if I had any, other than Jonah, to go out with. But what was strange was that I seemed like a different person before my parents' divorce and frankly, thinking about how I had been made me feel sick. The fact that I had ever acted in any way similar to the bitchy way Ella behaved was frightening. I shuddered.
Dismissing my disturbing thoughts, I reached into a cupboard and seized a pack of oreos. I quickly opened the pack and the sickly-sweet smell filled my nostrils. My stomach growled impatiently. I chuckled to myself at the impatience my body had betrayed and pulled out a couple of oreos. I munched on the sugary chocolateyness happily while I made my way to my room.
I flopped down onto my bed, feeling completely worn out from the entire week and contemplated how to spend my weekend. I could just enjoyed lazing around I supposed. But I wasn't that kind of person; I liked to be doing something at all times... So maybe reading that new book I'd been meaning to read would be a good idea... Or a movie marathon with Anna?
The last option seemed to be the best. Anna used to love our movie marathons and we hadn't had one for a while. Yeah. That sounded like a good way to spend the weekend; have some quality time with my little sister. We hadn't really done much bonding stuff for a while.
My stomach now content, I sprang up from my bed and walked across the carpeted floor outside my room till I reached Anna's door. When I saw the posters adorning its surface from head to toe, I sighed. She was going through that pre-teen thing of drooling over guys like Zac Efron; you know- that phase all girls go through at some stage- and had numerous Disney posters lining the wood. Some- namely the one displaying a blown-up version of Zac Efron's face- even had little sharpie-drawn hearts all over them, courtesy of Anna's infatuation.
I knocked on the door. "Anna?" I called. "Are you in there?"
A moment of silence and then a quiet, "Yeah" floated through the door. "What do you want?"
"Nothing much really. Can I come in?"
"Um..."
"Anna, I'm not talking to you outside of your door." I had only asked to be polite and I was feeling impatient so I quickly grabbed the handle and pushed the door open... and froze at what I saw. Anna was stood in front of her wall-length mirror with horrific, colourful smears daubed all over her face. A cleansing wipe hung limp in her right hand as she stared at me looking red-faced and utterly mortified.
"Um... Anna... What are you doing?"
She looked down at the floor before replying. "I was tryntwrmakep." she mumbled.
"Sorry, what Anna? I couldn't understand you; you mumbled."