Silence. All I got was silence.
"No..." She whispered
"I would not make this sort of thing up."
"I know." Lucinda sunk into her quilt, staring down at her hands.
"Sorry." I really felt sorry. Sorry I told her, sorry she loves him, truly, truly, sorry for my sister. "Remember," I added, only just having remembered myself. "I only heard the roomer, sis!'
"No. You don't understand! No one does! The roomer isn't true... But remember what Mummy always said? Lies are easier to tell when they contain even a shred of truth." Okaaaay... Meet my sister; the latest teen to have a mental break down!
"Huh?"
"Oh shut-up! You don't get it, you don't care, you don't have a clue what you're going on about!" Where did all this come from?
"Give me one then, a clue, I mean."
"Get out of my room, brat!"
"Oh. I see you've given up on the 'Tabather' thing then... Guess it's back to brat for me now."
"You never actually cared, did you? Just wanted to play your part in a stupid roomer!"
"No! I-"
"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" She cut me off. I turned my back and walked away from my fuming sister.
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From The Window Seat
Teen FictionFirst story in the 'My View' series Tabather and Lucinda are two sisters that hate the sight of eachother, but when things get desperate will they find the love that has been buried deep beneath resentment and loathing...? My View: From The Window S...
