I sat on my bed, staring at my new school books, tapping my feet in nervousness. I sighed, thinking about all the horrible situations that could come true.
But then a knock came from my door.
"Come in." I looked up. "Oh.." I said in disappointment. I was hoping it was Hugo.
"Do you mind if I sit down?" Lacey asked, sitting down beside me anyway.
"Uh.. no" I replied awkwardly.
I awkwardly fiddled my fingers.
"Look" Lacey sighed. "All I want is for Hugo to be happy. But ever since mum died.. Well, he hasn't been the same since. It's like I knew him even less than before. If that's the way our relationship will be, then fine, I'll move on. But you've been here for three months, and you know him better than anyone. I guess I thought that when push came to shove, he'd come to me for advice, and would let me in." She looked into my eyes. "And I just didn't know what to think about you two. I imagined us as a family.. Brothers and sisters. It just freaked me out a bit, I guess."
I looked at her. Was this a form of apology?
"Friends?" I timidly asked. Anything for a happy household.
"Sisters." She got up. "See you later. Gonna meet some mates."
I sighed in relief as she shut the door. Maybe there'd be some less hostility and drama.
Hugo and I still went to the lake on an everday basis.
"I'm gonna miss not coming here everyday" I said miserably, flinging a rock into the water.
"I don't care where I am once it's not school" Hugo grimaced, swinging gently on the swing, kicking the dirt beneath him. I sat beside him and held his hand.
"James said he'd sort it."
"He did indeed. But then you went to bed, as did Sarah, and he said that I had to man up and sort it myself."
He shook his head, and rested his forehead in his palms.
"This is going to be a living nightmare."
"I'll be there."
"But you'll be in the year below."
"We still have lunch" I smiled.
"Strength in numbers" he nodded. I kissed his cheek.
"You learn quickly."
He grinned and nestled into me, and we sat quietly, just peacefully hugging.
I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. The last day of freedom. Tomorrow was the living hell.. School. And today was going to suck.
It's the anniversary of Hugo's mums' death, and we were all going to go and visit her grave...