I bet you lot are getting sick of my constant updates. Actually, not sick of them, just…I can't find the word. But PRESSURE though! It's hard writing these. And…I'm going to start elaborating more on other people's love stories too, though I am focused on TAJAX! (Their ship name, unless you can think of a better one.)

Ugh, school.

Is there any worse feeling than going back to school after a holiday? Knowing that you'll get loads of after-school detentions because you didn't do your homework? I don't think so.

But, since it was a normal day, I woke up at 7:00am to the sound of…vomit? Ew. I sat up slowly, my head spinning like a carousel. My eyes were heavy and thick with sleep. My curly, frizzy hair looked like I'd stuck my finger in an electric socket. After knuckling my eyes, I deemed myself able to (unsteadily) walk, groaning with every step and leaning against the wall.

I padded slowly into our onsuite (just go with it, please) and yawned slowly, seeing the hunched figure of my sister Olivia bent over the toilet. Cautiously I knelt down beside her and rubbed her back, soothing her. After another minutes of serious chuck-up, she sat up and looked me in the eyes. She looked awful.

Her eyes were bloodshot and webbed with cataracts, like she hadn't slept in a while. Tears were dripping down her face and she was even paler than usual.

My eyes conveyed the unspoken words, are you alright? Olivia sniffed, deliberated, and shook her head. I frowned in concern. Glancing at the clock, I realised I'd be late for school. I quickly texted AJ:

Toni: Go to school without me, I'm gonna be late ;) x

AJ: Again? :* xx

I smiled to myself and turned back to Olivia. "You're ill, aren't you? What's wrong?"

Olivia shook her head again, her usually straight blonde hair tangled in a mess around her face. "I'm not ill."

Studying her face, I saw she showed no signs of lying. She was telling the truth. "It's a secret, ok? Don't tell 'til I do." I nodded solemnly.

So that was how I learned that my sister, 20, was going to have a baby.

Ten minutes away from school, and I distinctly heard the bell ring. Dammit! I thought. I still hadn't really managed to brush my hair, or even match my socks (one grey, green, red, purple and blue stripy one, one patterned with hysterical frogs). I looked a mess, even for me. Just as the doors were about to lock, I slipped inside. PHEW!

Let's just say that my English teacher, Mrs Morris, wasn't too happy. She was in the middle of a fascinating lecture about grammar and abbreviations, when I burst in yelling, "Soz Miss, I'm a bit late 'cus I had to deal with a family thing." She then proceeded to give me a fascinating lecture on punctuality, tidiness, and stop-giving-me-that-sarcastic-smirk-young-lady-or-you'll-get-a-detention. I tried my best to put a humble expression on my face, but I've been at this school for 4 years. There isn't a teacher who doesn't know my name. I think that's a bad thing.

After her red-faced moan at me, she turned back to her board and started writing whilst talking. Someone passed a note onto my desk: So, what's the family crisis? AJ. I smiled in spite of the situation.
Olivia.
What about her? Is she ok?
She's…she didn't want me to tell anyone, but oh well. She's gonna have a baby.
Oh snap. Your mom know yet?
No, not yet. It's Harvey's. I'm not sure he knows, either.
Damn!

"Toni and Ajax, would you care to share your notes, which must be much more fascinating than this lesson." Mrs Morris gave that stern teacher glare they do so often.

"They're not particularly interesting, but you're right – they are more interesting than this lesson."

Before I knew it, I was wandering through the halls to the principal's office. I approached the door and knocked. "Come in, Toni." Came the weary voice from the other side. How did he know it was me? Creepy.

Turns out he was so used of me coming; he knew when it was me automatically.

[Time warp - - - Lunchtime]

I flopped down onto our table in the cafeteria, having being slaughtered in algebra. I mean, I'm dyslexic. I hate words. I hate numbers. So, the evil genius somewhere in the world decided to make hell for all dyslexics and combine them into stupid problems like 9a + 6y = 88 + a. What?! It's cruel. I'd sue the school, but I've got no cash. Dammit.

"So what's new?" Logan asked us as AJ sat down, "Heard you guys went to your summer camp again." AJ and I shared a secret smile.

"Yeah, it was pretty good." I said.

"Crashed the jeep," AJ replied casually.

"Almost died," I added.

"Had a fight," AJ butted in.

"Kissed." I finished, a grin spreading across my face. The reaction was amazing. Toby dropped his apple into his sauce. Logan's mouth almost hit the floor. Jamie stamped her heeled foot and went, "NEVER!"

I just kinda went on grinning. I was blushing, I was totally embarrassed, but I went on grinning gamely.