At Cambridge

A lot of things happened while I was at Cambridge. There were way too many thoughts and feelings and events and to simply note down, so I guess I'll tell the whole story. That's the only way it's going to make sense.


24. Twenty four

I can feel the atmosphere as soon as I walk through the door. 

My parents come and greet me and say hello but there's so much tension. I can't even stand to be around them but I try to act as if I don't notice anything and as if everything's normal. I chat to them for a little while before I ask where Junie is and they tell me she's up in her room. 

I knock on her door and walk in. She's lying on her bed, her headphones on as she stares moodily at the wall. I sigh but I smile at her as she notices me. She yelps, ripping her headphones off and running over to me, pulling me into a huge hug. 

"Hey!" I laugh, breathing in her scent. God I've missed her. 

"Thank the lord you're here!" she says, sounding happy. She squeezes me before pulling away and grinning at me. "You look so different."

I frown at her. "No I don't."

"Yeah you do." she nods, smiling a knowing smile. "You definitely do. You wing your eyeliner now. And you've straightened your hair. And you're dressing differently."

"I am not dressing differently." I say defensively, crossing my arms.

"Yeah, you are." she insists. "You're wearing normal clothes. Don't look at me like that, it's not a bad thing!"

"Well, what else do you concur from seeing me again?" I ask, grinning at her and flopping down on her bed. 

"I think you've got a boyfriend." 

My heart thuds and I stare at her. "What? No, I haven't."

"You definitely have!" she laughs. "That's why you're going all fancy. To impress him."

"Even if he did exist, he's not here, is he?" I protest. 

"No but I'll bet he drove you to the train station." 

"Junie, I don't have a boyfriend." I say, not wanting her to ask all of these questions that I can't answer. 

"Whatever." she sits down on the end of the bed, hugging her knees to her chest. Her smile fades. "Do you see what I mean about Mum and Dad?" 

"Yeah." I frown, sitting up. "It's weird."

She nods. "I can never hear what they're arguing about. It's horrible though."

I wish I was the younger sister so I could sit here and complain about it with her but I am the older sister and it's not my job to do that. It's my job to fix it and make her feel better. 

"Wanna go to the cinema?" I suggest. "My treat. We can see that new one of that book you like."

"Yeah." she grins. "I'll get my stuff."

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