Fillipa

Home.....

~warning-some parts may offend some people~

I sit in Mums car, or should I say, bright sky blue minibus, with Chloe, my four year old sister in the back seat sleeping with her teddy. It used to be MY teddy, but because I am the third oldest and not quit the middle child, Chloe claimed it shortly after she was born. The craziest thing, she named it. She named it Jesus. Yep, and we aren’t religious or anything and we don’t believe in  god or any of that crazy stuff were people sit down and pray there life away and think that if they don’t, they will be sent to hell. It’s crazy, right? But WHY would you call a teddy bear Jesus?

She hasn’t long started school so she probably got it from there or something. The kindergarten that she goes to has kids of all religions and people from different countries, so she should learn not to be racist or anything like that. After all, she was born in Japan on a holiday we had when I was about nine, and it wasn’t very fun because I have blond hair and pale skin. They kept taking photos of me and I got sick of it so I wore a hoodie for most of the time we were there. I just hope we never go there again, but if we do, I will dye my hair dark brown or black. Black preferably, it will hopefully draw less attention to myself.....

Mum is very quietly trying to sing along to Viva la Vida by Coldplay. My Mum can be rather dumb sometimes since she has no modern music knowledge, and she was always asking, “who is this song by?” as well as “what is the name of this song?” and now it is just an automatic thing for me whenever a song I know comes on I just instantly say who it is by and what it’s called. She has remembered some of them, but not many and sometimes gets the names of the songs mixed up with the person who sung it. But, she is learning. Mum continues to sing whatever song comes up on the radio, if she knows the lyrics or not so mostly its just mumbling.
Mum reverses the minibus into our driveway, stops the car and we get out as she locks it. As we go up the steps to the front door I get another text, most likely from Penny.
R u ok? U did not txt me bak earlier..... It reads. I’m fine just a little shocked.....

Yep I am fine! And I do know Ashley. I text back as i walk up the hallway into me and my three sisters bedroom.
OMG! I can just c u an him 2geths! Does she mean it in that way? I feel myself turning a tad pink as I sit down on my bed. Really? Is that necessary? We are only friends and maybe not even that. But Ashley does seem to trust me.
No. I reply that is never going to happen, and I’m not just saying that because I think that its gross, I just think having a boyfriend full stop is gross. Who needs ‘em anyways?

What do you mean, ‘us 2 together’? That may be a very stupid question, but I am just making sure.  It could mean something else.
Bf & gf duh! Okay, I was wrong. Damn it. But I don’t want a boyfriend! Uuuuuhhhhhggggg we are acting like typical girly girls. Groan.
STOP IT! Do you want me to block your number? I am very tempted to if she keeps it up.
Ok. She replies. It’s simple, turn off my phone.

Phew. Now back to the real world not text land. Mum suddenly bursts into my room with a glass of water with one of those fizzy tablets in it. Well, they taste better than most other medications. I gulp it down, and give it back to Mum so she can tend to Chloe. As soon as she walks out, Chloe bursts in with Jesus the teddy bear. “TELL US A STORY TELL US A STORY!” she yells, launching herself on my bed. “Oh but it is not bed time yet....” I say, and kiss her on the forehead. She looks at me with sad eyes. “Pwease pwease pwease!” she begs. You cannot resist her beg. I can’t be bothered making up my own stories like I usually do, so I grad one of her little kiddie books off her book case and read to her.  
I have finished reading to Chloe, so now what do I do?  I will just be stuck at home waiting for my other siblings to come home from school.