I wrote this there now, it's just the start to something I'm working on, i'm sure it needs plenty of editingbut see what you think...
Katie Hansen squinted at the light, which had spilled into room. It drowned the bed, spurting from the large undressed windows on two of the four walls. "Bugger!" she thought, "Mum took down the curtains to wash them again?" Just at that she heard her mother climbing the stairs, her voice echoing off the walls of the half empty house. Of course, moving day! How had she forgotten? Perhaps it was really more about denial. Katie hadn’t really been enticed by the thought of a “bran new, clean and fresh modern house” in the same way her mother had. Despite her protests, their clothes, books, items which once adorned the shelves, the shelves for that matter, the socks under the beds, the cuddly toys and the CDs and everything else belonging to them was packaged into neat boxes awaiting the arrival of the moving lorry. It was official. Goodbye house.
Allison Hansen opened her daughters bedroom door and faced what she expected. A half asleep (or half awake, depending on Allison’s levels of optimism) teenager, peeking out at her from the under the covers.
“Tea?” Allison asked smiling.
Katie sat up and took the cup from her mother sipping it a little too enthusiastically and screwing her face up as the hot liquid burnt her tongue.
“So?” her mother asked smiling. “Are you excited?”
Katie looked up, “Yeah, I suppose so. Should be some fun in it.”
Allison looked at Katie at little sadly, “Look, I know you weren’t too keen on moving,” She said sympathetically “but it will all be alright. No! It will be more than alright, it will be great. You’ll have a bran new spacious room to decorate as you please, you can have your friends over whenever, you’ll love it!”
Katie nodded, “Yeah.”
“I’m going to go pick up a ready made breakfast cause we’ve packed all the plates and well, cooking equipment in general. Do you want to come along for the ride?”
“Nah, I’m pretty tired I’m going to lay back here for while.” Katie lay down and tugged the covers up under her chin. Her mother got up to leave. Just as Allison was about to exit Katie peeked out from the covers, “Get me a muffin!” she said, then added with a smile, “please”. Allison nodded and left closing the door behind her.
Watching skinny little Katie down a blueberry muffin, a bagel with cream cheese and couple of glasses of coke, Lauren couldn’t help but be a little jealous of her sister. It was surely her height that allowed her to eat so much and weigh so little. Perhaps if Lauren had a few more inches upwards she wouldn’t have them outwards. She downed the rest of orange juice and began helping her mother and father pack away the last few things. Katie watched lazily, knowing that she too would have to get up soon enough and pull her weight.
