I feel miserable today. I hate feeling miserable. My sister is leaving today. Ellie is her name. She's off to the UK for a job, not for long though. That's what she claims anyway. She says it will be year and apparently that's 'not for long'.
She's there for me every day and the thought of not having her there makes me miserable. It's a silly, selfish reason but I never hide my feelings. I begged her to stay but then I realised it was no use so now she's off to the UK.
Ellie's 19, turning 20 next month. I'm 17, turning 18 in two months. There's not much to our lives. Parents divorced, back together, divorced and our mum is never home, always moving in with some 'new guy' she makes an appearance here and there but we hate her and she knows but she still comes back, a drunk state, usually high on some kind of drug and expects us to look after her like we're some kind of ducking hotel. I'm old enough to live on my own now but it's going to be really hard. I don't want her to go, I'm not ready.
We live in Melbourne in a huge house. It's my dads house but we live here because my mum doesn't have a job. Ellie's trying so hard to get a job to keep things going because one day, Dad won't be able to keep up with the bills. Our dad bailed on us, but he still loves me and Ellie and he wishes the very best for us.
"You'll be fine, do you hear me?" Ellie was saying to me.
"Yes, I *hear you." I replied, irritated that Ellie was talking to me like a child even though it's exactly how I felt.
"No house parties. Honsstly Lace, its the last thing you need to handle right now."
"I know I know!" I was getting impatient. "Your going to miss your flight, go!"
"ok." Ellie smiled at me reassuringly. I was sat on the stone wall in front of our front garden and the stones were digging in all of a audden. The clouds were darkening and the sun was hiding.
"Bye, sweetie." She kissed me on the forehead and gave me a hug. You could feel a burning hot tear trickle down your cheek.
"I'm going to miss you."
"Me too. Call me when you get there." And it was more true than ever, you were going to miss the advice, the tiny arguments, the laughs and the deep conversations.
"Just a year." You whispered to yourself reassuringly. Ellie was getting into the black taxi then she was gone and you were left all alone in the big house. You were *scared. After a few mknutes sat on your bed doing nothing you eventually decided to call your best friend, Luke.
"Lacy!" Luke answered his phone. He was one of two identical twins, and unbelievably good looking but you had never thought of him in a way of anything other than a best friend.
"Hi Lukey. Ellie's gone." You sighed.
"Oh." He said. "Do you want me to come over?"
"If you wouldn't mind."
"Anything for lacy!" You heard his boyish laughing and giggled too. You hung up and waited for the doorbell to sound. The house was silent and you didn't like it. This house had seen many things that had happened in my childhood and I don't feel safe here without Ellie. But it's stupid really because I'm in Year 11. I don't need to have someone looking after me, I can cope.
Suddenly the door sounded and pierced through the silence that filled the house. It's startled me and my thoughts but I jumped off the bed and hurried down. You opened the door and found Luke in his beanie, white top and denim three quarter lengths.
"Luke." You were so glad to see him and threw your arms around him and hugged him tight.
"Whoa Lace." He returned the hug then I threw my arms back and beckoned him through to the house and upstairs. He shut the door behind him and came running up to catch me up. Luke knew this house inside out but I'm sure he didn't feel the unsafe aura around it.
