It's about 12 AM where I am.

I'm doing this for my sister... who is keeping me awake because she co wrote (plz, she described... her and i did everything else) this was the hardest chapter i've ever done in my life.

Now see why.

ReViEw!

Left off-

"Torn apart about what?" Adam's voice said in the doorway.

"Hey Adam, have you lost weight?"Eli asked.

Adam cocked his head. "No but hey, I swear I just saw this woman who looked freaky like you."

I looked at Eli and squeezed his hand encouragingly.

"That was my mom…" he started.

"Oh my gosh… really?" Adam said as he sat in the chair in front of the room.

"And she wants me to move with her."

Adam choked up. "What… where?"

"Outside of Toronto…" Eli mumbled.

Adam whined. "Of course…" he said.

"Adam…" I said.

"My first best friend is leaving me…" he said in a voice that literally broke my heart, no seriously… a loud crack could be heard in this room.

"I'll never see him again and he'll get a new friend like me and when I do see him it'll be all awkward and then we'll be old friends who never see each other like me and Catherine, or Jenna and Clare, and oh tartar sauce!"

"Adam, no one on Planet Earth and beyond can replace you!" he assures him quickly.

Where else can you find a hyper imaginative transgender Canadian sophomore besides Degrassi?

"Fish paste!" Adam rolled his eyes.

"This is our secret Adam, we tell no one, because that'll be like acting if it's true and we can't fight it…" I whispered and Adam nodded, unshed tears swallowed but some clung to his long lashes.

Eli's POV

Adam and Connor and Vanessa left even though he isn't a relative. Clare stepped out.

There was a knock on the door.

"Eli…" the voice said.

Oh my god… Eloise. She opened the door.

"Miss me?" she asked sarcastically.

"I stopped 2 seconds ago," I muttered.

"Oh really…" she laughed dryly. "Then you wouldn't have left me when I was 6 years old."

The twelve year old was dressed in all black. She had this black hoodie and shirt that looked like she had suspenders. Her jean shorts were black. Her boots reached her knee and she had long black stockings.

Her eyes were greener than mine but more catlike. Her hair had traces of red in there, like her eyes. Her skin was pale and I looked at her and saw her… truly saw her.

Pain… hurt…fury…resentment… sarcasm…

I saw me.

She sat on the chair next to me.

"We need to talk," she said. "Questions…"

"Fire away…"

"Why?"

"Dad hated me alright. And I hated him and that was that… I couldn't take it."

"When did you leave?"

"In the middle of the night, it was 2:14 AM, the moon was quarter full, I packed everything that ever mattered to me and left."

"I guess I didn't matter that much huh Eli?" she said pain and resentment seeping through every syllable.

I opened my mouth. "You were 6 years old. I wasn't dragging you down with me."

"I. Was. Your. Sister. I'd go to hell with you and you knew it." She emphasized the was part of that first sentence.

"Do you have any idea how much it hurt to even leave the driveway?" I snapped at her and she looked at me.

"Do you have any idea how much it hurt to find you gone," she said through clenched teeth. "And leaving me there without a damned goodbye, you left a family Eli not school early. You left me." I was silent. "I worried about your life everyday for the rest of my life. I thought you were on vacation but around 9 years old I managed to give up on you."

"That man was a drunk. He hated me and loved you. So why are you complaining!"

"A little too much!" she whispered and I got it. "That damned bottle was his favorite Eli; he loved me a bit too much to be his favorite."

"Elle…" I said.

She looked at me, years of unshed tears in her eyes. "Whatever, alright, you just drop it. Don't start caring now."

She reminded me of Adam. It hurt them both to cry.

"Eloise Amelia Goldsworthy… I sent you a letter every birthday. I knew he wouldn't give it to you but still. Hell, I still have the chain you bought me around my neck."

I showed it to her.

She looked at me. "Did you get your hearse?" she muttered.

"Yes, I named it Morty, after Grandpa, likeyou wanted me to remember?"

She smirked. "I remember."

"Mom doesn't know you're here does she?" I say and she smiles at me, a rare treat.

"I took the bus…" she admitted.

"How'd you get past the nurses?"

"I walked like I knew where I was going, plus I hitched a ride on some old lady's gurney."

She raised her eyebrows and I looked at her.

"I love you Elle."

Silence. A pent up tear raced down her cheek as she closed her eyes and bounced her leg.

"Love you Elijah." She whispers after awhile of her silent crying. "But if you admit to anyone I was crying I swear to God…"

"Yeah yeah… come here," and she looked at me. "Like your Christmas eyes won't give you away."

"Christmas eyes... really, all the way back then..."

Christmas eyes mean our green eyes with red from crying. She came up with it when she was 3.

Then she let more tears fall and she crumples into me, it hurt my stomach a lot but I didn't care.

I kissed her head.

Then Clare entered.

"My sister," I say as Elle uncrumples herself.

"Hey…" she says, surprisingly nice.

"Hello…" Clare says and smiles.

She looks at me. "How many family members will you hide from me?"