Chapter 3 and stuff, YAY! Sorry I haven't uploaded in ages, I keep starting new stories and writing them so I abandon my old ones but I am determined to continue with this!
I left in the middle of the night. It took forever waiting for everyone to fall asleep, but eventually the house was silent. I knew I couldn't stay here; I had to run away, to the city to achieve my dreams and prove Mum wrong. It was scary, but I was up for the challenge. I planned to take nothing with me, so it didn't weigh me down, but eventually I weakened and took a framed photo of me and my siblings. I sighed; I was going to miss them, even if they were irritating. I sneaked out of my room, silently and crept along the corridor. I stopped outside Mum's room, holding my breath, and put my ear to the door. Mum was sound asleep thank goodness. I could hear her breathing. I bit my lip. I was starting to regret this decision, what if it all went horribly wrong? I shook those thoughts away; I had to think positive now I was running away to the city. No-one ever got anywhere by being nervous and doubtful did they? I went on past Mum's room, along the corridor, down the stairs. I reached the front door and with one last look over my shoulder, I put my shaking hand on the doorknob and opened it. I blinked, taken aback. There was someone standing in the doorway, frowning, arms crossed, and waiting for me. My sister Pippa. Pippa was the third youngest, an 8 year old imaginative writer but a filthy liar as well.
"Pippa?" I whispered. "What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same question," she said sourly.
She had sussed me out. I felt humiliated, like a kid who's been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. I couldn't believe I was being told off by someone half my age.
"How did you know?" I asked.
"It was pretty obvious," she said. "You were acting weird all day. You can't do this Penelope! You're our sister, we need you!"
No you don't I thought.
"I'm sorry Pippa; I can't stay here any longer. Mum hates me," I said.
"Mum hates all of us at the moment. It's nothing personal! She's just upset after… you know. Please Penelope, please, please, please!" she begged.
She's crying now. My eyes sting with tears too but I blink them away furiously. Crying wasn't going to solve any of my problems.
"It's not just after Dad died. She's always hated me. I have to go, to the city to achieve my dreams. I'm really sorry."
I looked at Pippa. For a second, I didn't see the liar I usually saw, I saw a talented writer. A girl destined for greatness, just like her sister.
"Listen, Pippa," I said. "You're a talented girl, one day you'll do great stuff. Don't let this get in the way of that. Sometimes, we have to fight to achieve things, you'll have to do it one day, I know it. But that's what I'm doing now, please don't stop me Pippa, I have to do this."
Pippa sniffed. She wiped her eyes on her sleeve and looked at me. "OK," she said.
I hugged her tight stroking her brown curls. "Thank you," I said and then ran off into the night, before turning around to face her once more.
"You won't tell anyone will you?" I asked.
Pippa grinned at me. "Sisters don't tell," she replied.
I grinned back. "You're the best sister ever!" I called out. "Goodbye!" And I was gone.