Chapter 2

Rating-PG

Disclaimer-not mine, and probably not yours either.


The dinner part of the ceremony was amazing. One of my mother's head caterers had put together the meal and every last bit of it was delicious.

I sat at the head table with the rest of the wedding party. Shannon was on the other side of her dad, and was barely touching her food. I shrugged and turned my attention back to the cake that a waiter had set in front of me.

The toasts to the bride and groom started right away after desert was served and my mom and Mr. Rutherford stood up to dance. I watched from my seat as the rest of the room took to the dance floor.

I was one of the only people still sitting, besides Grandma who was watching from the side, resting her old worn out legs, and Shannon who still sat 4 seats down from me mashing up her cake and smoothing the icing out over the fork.

Time seemed to pass in a blur as I watched the young girl, and soon enough my mom was coming over to me to say goodbye.

"Now you be extra nice to Shannon while were away." Mom whispered in my ear. On the other side of the room Mr. Rutherford was trying to calm his daughter down, and by the looks of it he was doing a pretty crappy job considering she was laying on the floor screaming for him not to go.

"Shannon, I am not going to let you ruin this for me, now get up and give me hug, or else I won't bring you any presents back." He said forcefully.

She sat up slowly tears streaming down her face and hugged his leg. "I want to go too!" She cried.

"Well I for one am glad that she has a nanny and I won't have to put up with her." Mom whispered under her breath.

I looked at her horror-struck. I couldn't believe what she had just said. How could she just brush off a new family member like that?

From that moment on I decided that I would never let anything bad happen to my new sister. If her parents couldn't care for her I guess I would.


The trip to Auntie Diane's was quiet except for the slight hum of the tires speeding across the cement of the highway on our way to the farm that she and Uncle Raymond lived on.

Shannon was asleep in the front seat and I sat reading my favourite book, Watership Down, in the back seat.

Once we arrived at the house I carried my suitcase in and took it up to my usual bedroom. I stayed here a lot during the summer when my mom went on vacations, or just didn't want me around for a few weeks.

In my regular room there was a single bed and a dresser along with a fluffy over-stuffed couch.

Just as I was settling in Shannon pushed open the door and dropped her suitcase on my bed.

Great, I have to share a room?" she groaned rubbing sleep out of her eyes. Just then Auntie Diane came in and smiled.

"I guess I forgot to mention the two of you would be sharing a room. I'll let you guys get settled in now then." She paused. "If you need anything I'll be downstairs in the den.

I nodded and waited until she was gone then crossed my arms over my chest. "That's my bed, and it always has been my bed and always will be my bed." I said sternly.

Shannon smirked. "No, I get it. Now get out while I get changed." She ordered. I raised an eyebrow but chose not to argue back.

I turned to my bag and took out my toothbrush and my pyjamas and headed for the bathroom across the hall to get cleaned up in.

When I got back to the room Shannon had already gotten into bed and had turned towards the wall. I quietly made my way to the couch and pulled the big duvet cover over me and clicked off the lamp.

"Goodnight Shannon." I sighed. She completely ignored me, which didn't surprise me all that much. I rolled over and soon sleep overtook me.

Around 3:30AM I was awoken to Shannon coughing like crazy and breathing rather raggedly. I snapped off the couch and went over to her to try to calm her down. I'd never met someone with asthma before, and had no clue what to do.

"It's okay." I slowly whispered over and over again, calming her down a little, she finally came around a few minutes later and was just coughing a little.

I smiled and got back onto the couch to get back to sleep. Hopefully Shannon would be alright, and I really hoped that she wouldn't wake up again and have another attack.

Lucky for me she didn't.


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