Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, Spongebob Square Pants, Pogs, or any other story, song, or characters that I might/ might not mention within my story.
I walked into my apartment and I was instantly nervous. My sister Alison should have been home already. We moved into a place that was only a block away from her elementary school, so that she could safely get home from school on her own. I worry about her being on her own, even for that short distance, but I can not be at two places at once. My high school gets out at 4:00pm. And Alison is released at 3:15pm. That's over 45 minutes of stress and worry for me to endure. And of course my last class has to be Calculus, like I need another reason to be bad at math.
"Aly?" I called. No answer.
Ok! Now I am starting to really panic. I slam the door and run into the living room. It's empty. I then speed into Alison room. I look in her closet, under the bed…empty, empty!
"Breathe Bella!" I scream to myself and I run into the hallway. There I heard oomph and a muffled giggle.
"Alison Renee Swan! You come to me right now! Or…" I trailed off. Man I was bad with threats. I mean what could I take away from her? Her Barbie? Her..oh!!
"Or.." I continued " I will personally destroy all of your Pogs!" That instantly earned a reaction from Alison. I heard a loud, and dramatic, gasp, followed by several bumps. Seconds later a worried and disheveled Aly was before me.
"You wouldn't really do that would you Belly!?" she practically cried.
My sister was in love with Pogs. It was a popular game when I was little. She felt special owning Pogs, since no one else her age knew what it was. My sister was all about being unique.
I laughed. "Of course not Aly! Now where is my welcome home hug!?" I asked, pretending to be hurt.
Alison gasped, once again, and hurled her little body at me. She squeezed me tightly. Alison loved to play to pretend, so I might as well make her happy, someone had to be.
"Oh no!!" I shrieked and fell to the floor. I brought Alison down with me.
"What!?" Aly whispered.
"Did you hear that?" I responded. She loosely shook her head. I put my finger to my lips, signaling silence, and started crawling toward the living room. I looked back and she looked excited as she followed me.
We continued crawling into the living room and then into dinning room. I went under the table and went on my belly. I watched Aly as she followed suite.
"We have to be on the look out!" I whispered. "There is a monster lurking in our home! And if we make a sound…he will attack!"
"Ekk!" Alison screeched and then instantly put her hands over her mouth.
"Oh! Do you hear that!? Oh no he's coming! Ill save you Aly!" I crawled out from under the table and ran into the kitchen. I climbed onto the kitchen counter and scaled them until I got safely and quietly on top of the table that Alison was under.
I wondered how long she would let me be out there alone. I mean, really! I am defending her, saving her! And she doesn't want to come and help me? Man Im insulted!
Woahhhh Bella! Since when did you take these games so seriously? I think I need some friend my age, this surely isn't a good sign.
Alison interrupted my self criticism with "Belly…are you okay!? Did you get the monster!?"
I didn't answer. She was quiet for several long moments and then gasped; yeah she does that a lot. She is my little drama queen. She slowly crawled out from the table and stood. Before she started to walk away, I yelled "Attack of the Tickle Monster!" and I launched at my little sister, which sent her crashing into the bean bag chair.
I continued to tickle her until she was out of breath. I would have continued the game, but I really needed to get dinner started if we were going to eat anytime soon. So I distracted her with Spongebob Squarepants as I prepared some macaroni and cheese.
After dinner I helped her with her homework, drew her a bath, read her a bed time story and put her to sleep.
I yawned, clearly I was tired. But sleep was not coming anytime soon. I had a billion job applications to send out, on top of the stacks of homework I got today.
I stayed up to three in the morning. I had most of my homework done and created a dent in my application process.
I could not help but doubt myself. Could I take care of my six year old sister? What I am doing is definitely risky. I would not let my sister become sucked into the foster care system. We could not be separated now. And no one seemed to be able to understand that. I lost my parents, and there is no way I was going to lose Alison on top of it.
When I decided to run away with it, it was spontaneous. I was driving her to look at different foster homes when I realized this was not how it was supposed to happen. I turned around, packed our stuff and headed off. I did not have any clear destination. I just knew it had to be far away from there. I only knew of one relative. She lived in Washington, which is where I am now. In Forks, Washington. The rainest freaking place on Earth!
But by the time we got here, school was starting so I had to get us signed up. Which was complicated, but somehow I did it.
We have been in school for nearly two weeks and I have found where my aunt lives. Its on the other side of town, in the midst of the forest of Forks, I guess she likes her privacy. I drove there once last week with Alison, but she was not home, no one was. And I have not had the courage to go back there. I could not imagine what would happen to us if she rejected us, or worse turned us in.
I was more worried about Alison, than myself. I honestly did not care what happened to me. After what felt like hours of my mind worrying I drifted off into a restless slumber….