Bitter Sweet

Rebecca's sister is missing.
Without a trace she vanished.

After no evidence as to what happened to her sister, Rebecca takes things into her own hands by inventing a new identity and moves to the American school her sister was once a pupil at.

It soon becomes clear that to find out the truth, Rebecca must battle mean girls, dangerous pranks and dark secrets.

I guess Rebecca didn't know her sister as well as she thought...


3. Chapter 2

 "Are you coming down Rebecca?" My mum shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

  "In a second" I replied back.                                                                                                          

  My mum used to be a 'cool' mum. She'd let you go to party's as long as you were sensible- I may be 17 years old but I'm still not legally able to drink. And she would always let me invite friends over to watch a horror film or a cheesy romantic comedy.  When Lena wanted to spend more time with our dad in America, my mum was obviously quite sad to see her go but she knew that she was old enough to make her own decisions. I'd talk to her everyday, but as the months went by she became even more distant and one day she just stopped contacting me altogether. Then came the day we received the phone call from our dad to say Lena was missing. Do you know what it's like to lose your best friend, your sister?

  I packed everything away in the bathroom and slowly stepped down the stairs. I knew what was coming. My mum was on the phone talking as I started to approach the kitchen. The walls in our hallway are filled with framed photos of Lena and me. I can't bring myself to look at them anymore because these are just a memory, an image captured in time to reserve life. The couple of months after Lena's disappearance I'd sit on the floor and stare at these photos for hours. Now though, they make a horrible, saddening pit form at the bottom of my stomach. I need her, not a picture. When I finally approach the kitchen I stand by the door frame patiently. She ended her phone call within seconds and turned around to face me.


  My mum screamed, her hands flew to her face. She was speechless for a few, long seconds that seem to drag for hours. Then finally she spoke.

  "Rebecca what have you done?" My mum whispered. She has definitely forgotten why she called me down stairs.

I looked her in the eyes before slowly entering the kitchen. I hated how she was starting to look less shocked and more devastated.

  "I needed a change" I said firmly.

  My mums hand slowly fell from her mouth. Her eyes were starting to water. God, I didn't want her to get upset! Angry would have been so much better than this.

  "Mum look, don't get upset" I said.

  "Don't get upset?" She snapped. That's better, I prefer snappy mum to sad one.

  "You've dyed your hair and are those contact lenses in your eyes?" She was really raising her voice now.

  "I wanted to look different okay? I don't want to be known as the girl 'whose sister ran away or whatever!" This wasn't  technically a lie, but it wasn't the truth either. You see I need to look completely different for my plan to work. I can't have people asking me whether I was related to Lena.

  "Is that why you've done this? Because of Lena?" She asked.

  "I'm going to dads" I blurted out. I don't have time to explain myself. She wouldn't understand. I've been planning this for months and she isn't going to get in my way.

  No one is.

   It took shouting, tears, long arguments and door slamming for my mum to listen and accept what I was saying. But I got my way. I told her that I'd been speaking to dad and he's fine with me staying with him for a while. 'Too see how I'm doing' were his exact words.  God, he thinks I'm this project that needs to be fixed. Lena has never been found because everyone believes she just got up and left one day without saying a word. She wouldn't do that to us. She wouldn't do that to me. I told her a taxi would be coming to get me on Monday morning to take me to the airport, where dad would be waiting. I made it clear that she has no option but to let me go. In two days time my plan will be set in motion. In two days time I'll use my mums maiden name as Rebecca Ollin a normal, English girl who decided to move to America for a while.

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