Brother VS Sister

Chapter 1

I went to school the next morning in a sour mood, my head hurt, from all the crying, I was still mad about no one remembering my birthday.
I dumped my backpack on my desk, not caring that I didn't put it on the hook with my name on it. Like I am supposed to.
Kylie looked cautiously at me, probably afraid to come near me.

"You ok?" she asked taking the seat next to me.

I couldn't believe she would even ask me a question like that, what was I supposed to say. Oh no, it feels just grand not having no one, not even your damn mom remember your birthday.
Just then, Miss Mitchell our teacher came in the room.

"Good morning cla..." she trailed off seeing my backpack on my desk.

"Heather, please put your backpack where it belongs."

I shoved the bag off onto the floor, which made some of the kids laugh.

"Put it on your hook." Miss Mitchell pointed to the wall of hooks in the corner with my name over it.

"Why does it matter where my book bag is?" I asked challenging her with a snooty attitude.

Miss Mitchell pursed her lips and walked over to me.

"Heather, I want you to put your backpack on your hook, and drop the attitude."

All the students were watching the scene. I guess, that having people forget you exist, makes you in a bad mood and makes you act wierd and irrational, because I mocked my teacher and watched her get really mad.
Kylie groaned next to me, most likely trying to say, I shouldn't have done that.
Maybe not, but I didn't care, I didn't want to be at school today at all. I didn't care if I learned or not, cause obviously no one else did either.

"Heather that is enough!" Miss Mitchell said in a low firm voice. "You either put that backpack on your hook, and drop the attitude, or go see the principal."

"Fine, by me." I said getting up, I grabbed my backpack and left the classroom.
I skipped down the hallway to the principals office. I got what I wanted, freedom from school. I walked into the principals office.

Mr. Werner was not pleased to see me.

"This is your seventh time, Heather this week, that you have had to come see me." he sighed, pulling his rolodex forward, looking for my contact information. He sighed in frustration, thumbing through the contacts. "When will your mom be home, we seriously need to have a chat?"
Oh big fat chance, there.
I shrugged my shoulders.

"You have no idea?" He asked me, raising one of his eyebrows

What couldn't he understand, no dude she isn't coming home, she hasn't been home for months. She doesn't care about if I go to school or not, no one does. I felt tension, emotion and anger, well up inside me.

"No I don't, now quite asking me questions I don't have a damn answer to." I yelled.

I realized from the glare he shot me, that I had not watched what I was saying. I didn't care, damn wasn't a bad word, I had heard worse from the kids in school.

He called my contact on my card, which most likely was James our limo driver.

"James is coming to pick you up. You are suspended for three days. I will not have you disrespecting the teacher anymore."

I almost jumped out of my chair for joy, but instead gave him my most saddest look. Hoping he would fall for it, he didn't because he gave me a look that said yeah right sarcastically.

James showed up, fifteen minutes later, picking me up. He apologized over and over to the principal for my behavior.
He looked sternly at me, but didn't say a word.

The next morning, I woke up to hearing people talking downstairs. It was odd, because there never was other people here, besides, James, Me. My nanny and the cook.
I tiptoed downstairs just enough to be able to see who was here and who I saw standing in the living room made me gasp.
Jason my big brother was standing there, I realized he had gotten taller, his blonde hair styled in a different way.

"Heather!" He yelled sweeping me up in his arms giving me a big hug, after I ran down the stairs. I wiggled to get free, I hadn't seen him in 3 years and he was just going to waltz in here now.

"Put me down! I'm not 8 anymore." I said,
"I'm 11, and you forgot my birthday yesterday you big brute!" I punched his arm.

"Woah, woah there tiger. I do have something for you."
He pulled out a small box that was wrapped from his short pocket.
I opened it and found a pair of gold stud earings, they were so pretty.

"What are you doing here?" I asked curiosity getting the best of me.
Jason sat down on the couch, motioning for me to join him.
I sat down opposite from him.

"Mom, is not coming back anytime soon. She asked, actually more like told me, that I needed to come home and take care of the house and you."

I looked up at Jason shocked. Take care of me?
I don't need to be taken care of. I was just fine.
I crossed my arms, irritated.

"I don't need you to take care of me, I'm not a baby, I'm eleven years old. I was doing fine by myself, I don't need you or mommy!"

Jason chuckled, "Sure you do, to make sure your school work gets..done...wait a minute.." he looked at his watch.

"It's 9:30, why aren't you in school, Heather?"

I gulped, oh crap. I had never thought this would happen. How do I explain why I'm not in school...think...think...oh man. I couldn't come up with anything.

Jason pierced those blue eyes on me, he was watching me really closely.
"I'm waiting. Heather."

An idea popped in my head, oh I hope he buys it.
"It's inservice day."