14. Arabella. Knock.

The rest of the day was quite eventful. I tried and succeeded in staying out of sight during all the other classes of the day.

I didn't see Elizabeth or Tatiana after the time in the canteen. It was like they just disappeared after lunch.

Although I wanted to look for Elizabeth, I didn't know anywhere in the school. I didn't even know where I was to start from so I just decided to drop it and go home. I would see her tomorrow hopefully.

I felt sad as I entered the bus. Prestine high didn't have a school bus because all the students basically had their own car and chauffeur except me of course.

Poor me had to walk miles just to get a bus that would take me home. Going home I felt even worse than I did when I was coming to school.

I felt sad. Insecure. Unworthy.

I lived in the only ghetto area in my city and my house was the last on my street. The door of my house always made a huge sound when it was opened and because of this it was impossible to sneak out at night. Once when my sister tried to she was caught immediately.

She still sneaks out though but not through the door. She's smart, really smart.

Getting down from the tricycle that took me home. I walked sadly to the door and tried to push it open but it was locked of course.

I started to bang on the door eager to come in and rest my head but no one answered. I grew more impatient and started to kick the door getting angrier each second that passed. This was the least thing I wanted nor deserved now. I just wanted to rest my head why is the universe doing this to me. I thought almost starting to cry out of sheer frustration and bitterness.

"Arabella is that you." My mum shouted from the kitchen.

Her voice was so loud I was sure I wasn't the only one who heard her but our neighbours too.

"Yes Mum it's me." I hissed, knocking again. I was getting more and more irritated.

What irritated me the most was that I could hear my brothers playing in the parlour. Why couldn't they just open the door for me or do they think I enjoy standing outside and knocking.

I swear I'm going to kill both of them.

I just then realized that I have been knocking for the past five minutes and it was not like there was no one at home.  My brothers were home but they were ignoring me. I couldn't believe that they would do this to me.

But then I remembered that we fought in the morning when I snatched a slice of bread from the youngest one and my mum supported me.

He was crying for me to give him back his bread but I ate it in front of him and even clicked my tongue while telling him how full the bread made me.

I was mean I know but that's one of the benefits of being older. And now I was suffering one of the consequences flat out disobedience.

Remembering all that happened this morning made me smile. Indeed tormenting my brothers made me happy. Sibling relationships were the best, you hate them with passion that you wish them dead and then love them unconditionally that you could die for them.

I did hate my brothers very much though. I couldn't believe that they would get back at me in such way. And of course them being twin made it even worse.

When you hurt Daniel you hurt David and vice versa. They could be a really really mischievous though.

I remembered disturbing my mother for a younger sibling but when I did I didn't remember asking for two troublesome younger ones.