Blue Eyes

Lydia just can't stop herself from examining the world around her. She loves watching people get on with their ordinary lives... even if it does mean getting weird looks for this creepy behavior. Lydia hates herself for having such a "famous" staring reputation, yet one day, her staring leaves her discovering a pretty necklace left behind on a class mate's desk. Intrigued, she tries on the necklace and all her problems vanish... until even more problems start occur. **This is on hiatus until I finish my other movellas.**


2. Cooking and Coriander

"I got an A* in my English exam today," I told Mum who was busy hurrying around the kitchen.

She stopped and smiled," Really?! That's really good!" She turned back to her cooking, frantically searching the spice rack, mumbling, "where on earth did I put that coriander..."

"Oh yeah, and my English teacher said it was the best result in the whole year-"

"Lydia, I need you to babysit Sasha this evening. I have an urgent meeting with the publisher about my book, something to do with the layout of all the recipes I think." She said, her hands scrambling towards the cutlery drawer. The drawer opened, and it was followed by a crash of mistreated silverware.

I frowned, "Can't Dad do it?"

"Perhaps that could have done with a bit less coriander," she muttered after tasting whatever weird sauce she was cooking. "Although it does give it a bit of a punch..."


"Yes dear?"

"Can't Dad look after Sasha?" I repeated in irritation.

"I'll leave this to simmer for a bit... and no he can't he's in Leeds, didn't I tell you?" She replied, turning on the tap and squirting washing up liquid in the sink.


"He's away all weekend, so you're going to have to stay with Sasha. Why, were you going to see some of your friends?"

I flinched at the single mention of the word: Mum had always been a people person and the very idea of me being unpopular would seem bizarre to her.

"Uuuh. Yeah,"

"Well I'm sorry babe, but this is an important meeting about my cookery book getting published. My book could be in shops by the end of the year! - aren't you happy for me?" She asked, piling the dishes into the sink.

I stared at the growing mountain of bubbles emerging from the water. "Yeah, really happy."

"Perhaps your friends could come next weekend - I would love to meet them!" Mum suggested over the noise of running tap water and cluttering dishes.

"I dunno if they can," I shrugged, "they're busy a lot."

"Let me make it up to you," she said, handing me a few tenners, "Order some pizza for you and Sasha tonight; you deserve a treat."

"Thanks," I muttered, "I guess I better tell Sasha the news."

Mum gave me a quick hug, "thanks sweetie, now can you leave me alone for a bit? I need to concentrate."

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The sound of light, hurried footsteps scampered across the landing and I groaned, hitting my head against the kitchen table.

Why did I even bother?

"Sasha go to bed!" I yelled, stumbling off the kitchen chair and almost tripping on the way to the stairway, to where Sasha stood wearing her bobbly, old Winnie the Pooh pajamas.

"I want a glass of milk!" She whined.

"You've already had one. You can't have another... or you know what'll happen," I hinted, smirking slightly.

She scowled, "I don't wee the bed anymore, I'm a big girl!" She folded her arms across her chest, trying to look threatening with her narrowing eyebrows and defensive body language.

"If you're a big girl why are you wearing Winnie the Pooh pajamas?" I teased, "do your friends know you still like baby shows?"

Her eyes seemed to pierce through me like lasers. "I'm telling Mum," She said and darted past me before I could grab her.

"I don't even care," I yelled whilst she slowly dialed the phone from the other room.

I sighed and trudged upstairs, cursing under my breath. It seemed that as soon as Mum left the house (which was a lot) and Sasha was put in my care she transformed from an angelic, suck-up to a wild animal. And I was the only one that had to put up with it.

"Just one hour left," I muttered, glancing at my battered phone, "One hour left with it."

Only moments after shutting my bedroom door, Sasha burst in with an infuriatingly, smug expression.

"What ever happened to knocking?" I remarked in irritation.

"Mum wants to talk to you." Sasha said innocently, the corner of her lips twitched into a tiny smirk.

I rolled my eyes, "alright give it," and held my hand out.

"Don't roll your eyes Lydia - it's rude!" Sasha called loudly. I stuck my middle finger up and slammed the door.

"What?" I sighed.

"This behavior has to stop." Mum said firmly, "I'm not going to allow you to treat your little sister this way - it's gone on long enough and to be honest I'm fed up."

"Jesus Mum, I didn't even do anything!" I exclaimed, "she's a nightmare; she won't do what I say and she'd been running around the landing for the last hour-"

"I haven't got enough time to discuss this Lydia," Mum interrupted.

"When do you ever had enough time?" I snapped. "You have no clue what Sasha's like because you're never here!"

"Lydia. I'm in the middle of a meeting, a very important one in fact. Do you not realize how silly you sound? You're fourteen for goodness sake, you shouldn't be arguing with her - it's ridiculous. Now I'm to go back into the meeting and I don't want any more silly phone calls from either of you."

"Mum wait-" I said, moments before I was rudely cut off.

I swore loudly.

"I'm going to tell Mum that you swore," Sasha said with wide, innocent eyes, "you get sent straight to Miss Phipps office if you swear at school."

"I don't care," I shrugged. "Just go to bed. Now."


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