Surprise, surprise! I'm going to warn you in advance, this part isn't very eventful, but it is important. It's one of those boring, but important, parts. Sorry if the grammar is a bit off, I haven't double checked it... Plus, I have had some serious writers block lately. Therefore, my writing isn't quite up to scratch. One last thing! For anyone who's already read some of this, I've changed the name of the MC's sister to Christina. Her old name was Lisa, in case anyone's confused.If anyone wants to read the rest of the novel, click here.
Thanks in advance for any reviews.
“Please, Damien,” Christina pleaded. “I can handle it. Don’t come ‘round, please! I don’t want to cause anymore fuss.”
Looking up at my sister, I bit my lip. She had basically been begging my uncle not to come over my house for the past ten minutes. He was angry at her, that was pretty obvious. Normally, that wouldn’t have bothered me but the fact that it was my fault he was angry at her did bother me.
I knew that going to school was a bad idea. I should have listened to Christina for once. I didn’t though, did I? I was too much of an idiot to do that.
“Yes, I will if I need anything.” Christina sounded relieved. “Okay, bye.”
Groaning, she lowered the phone from her ear and placed it on the small table next to her before turning to me. Her eyes locked into mine for a few seconds before I turned away. I couldn’t handle all of this now. Why did I always have to screw things up?
Lucky for me, everyone assumed that I’d passed out due to a migraine earlier today. That was partly true, I suppose. My head was killing me after that dead woman screamed at me. I couldn’t really remember what happened after I lost consciousness. Apparently, I was out cold for five minutes. Waking up in the nurse’s office with my sister sat beside me, staring at me in a not so comforting way was the clearest memory.
I had to go home after that which was both a good and a bad thing. The good being the fact that I wouldn’t get any more stares from my fellow schoolmates. The fact that I had to go home with my sister wasn’t good. It would only result in sitting down and talking and I certainly wasn’t wrong when I came to that conclusion.
“Why is it so hard for you to do as you’re told?” Christina sighed, rubbing her forehead.
“Do you have any idea how boring it is to stay in this house for ages?” I complained. “You’re hardly good company, are you? You’re always nagging me and if I even think about going out, you practically lock every door and window in this house! You’re so paranoid.”
Christina didn’t say anything then, she simply fixated her eyes onto me, observing every single one of my moves.
I understood that she was protective over me, it was a girl thing, I think. After what happened to my parents, I could understand it even more. That still wasn’t an excuse for her constant paranoia. I’d told her that I was fine plenty of times. Why couldn’t she just let it go? Besides, I was fine. Completely fine.
“Do you feel okay?” Christina’s voice interrupted my thoughts as she sat down beside me.
“Yes, sister dear.” I smiled sarcastically.
“Okay, but if you need anything, just ask me.” Christina stayed there for a while, simply sitting there. Running her hand through my sandy-blonde hair, she stood up.
She smiled warmly at me before walking out of the living room and into the kitchen. I was more than glad that she was gone. There was a certain amount of corny smiling that I could take without wanting to break something.
Once I was confident that Christina couldn’t hear me, I looked around the beige coloured room. There was no one else in there. When I actually wanted Annabel to show up, she didn’t. Yet, when I wanted her to leave me alone, that was way too much trouble for her.
“Annabel...?” I said in a hushed tone. “You there?”
There was something about talking in a secretive tone of voice in an empty room that seemed to make me feel plain weird.
I must have sat there in silence for at least ten minutes before I spoke again. Christina was still in the kitchen, probably eating knowing her. She’d told me that she was on a diet but she clearly wasn’t doing a very good job at keeping at it.
“Annabel? You alive?” okay. Stupid question.
That was something I didn’t like about Annabel. I’d known her for so long, I often forgot that she was dead. That wouldn’t have been so bad if I didn’t also forget that because she was dead, no one else could see her. There had been many times when I’d told her to be quiet, then realising that I was speaking to thin air in front of everybody. That got me some weird looks quite often.
It was especially hard when I was younger. I was so naive about the whole dead people thing. I always assumed that everyone else could see the spirits that I could see and when I thought back at it, it was pretty funny. My parents often worried about me and my ‘imaginary friends’, especially when I described one of them as being coincidently similar to their deceased daughter.
The silence in the room was beginning to make me anxious now. Breathing in heavily, I shut my eyes. I could hear the clattering of pans coming from the kitchen. I sometimes wondered why my sister bothered trying to cook things, takeaways were much easier. They were an awful lot more appetizing than what Christina brought out of that kitchen.
“Annabel, I know you’re there. Can you please say some-”
I was interrupted by the chiming of the doorbell. As the high pitched sound rung in my ears, I froze. Please tell me Damien isn’t here, I bit my lip as I turned to face the front door.
“Maxxie! Can you get the door, please?” Christina’s voice called from the kitchen. Seconds later, her head popped around the kitchen doorway.
“Sure,” I muttered, standing up.
It obviously hadn’t occurred to her that our uncle could have been standing at the other side of the front door, eager to lecture us or something.
I dragged my feet over towards the door, dreading the moment I would get there. Damien was hardly fond of me as it was. Lying to Christina and going to school was hardly going to have put me in his good books.
“As much as I love you, can you please just leave us alone?” I said, opening the front door.
“Uh... pardon?” a quiet, slightly familiar voice spoke.
Opening the door completely, I looked in front of me to see something rather unexpected. Instead of a balding, middle aged man on my porch, there was a young, dark haired girl with a nervous smile on her face and a rather nicely proportioned chest. Crap.
Mentally kicking myself, I forced a smile and turned to Victoria who looked more fragile than a frail old woman.
“Oh, sorry...” I stammered, rubbing my neck. “I thought you were someone else.”
Victoria looked up at me, making me immediately lower my head. It didn’t take me long to realise that my eyes were once again locked onto her chest. As quickly as I looked down, I looked back up at her face.
“So...” I tried –and failed– to sound casual. “Why are you here exactly?”
I didn’t want to sound rude or anything but it was kind of weird how Victoria Applegate had decided to appear on my front porch at eight o clock in the evening.
My question was shortly answered as Victoria reached into the large bag that hung on her shoulder. She shuffled around in it for a minute or so before bringing out a scrubby pencil case that clearly needed to be binned.
“You... you left your pencil case in school.” she mumbled, looking anywhere but my eyes. “I was going to... uh, give you it tomorrow but... but we don’t have Science so...” her voice trailed off as she reached the end of the sentence.
That chick had some serious confidence issues. She was handing me my pencil case but acting as if she was handing me a gun.
Not saying another word, Victoria placed the pencil case into my hand. This had to be the most awkward moment ever. What was the deal with this girl?
“Thanks,” I grinned. “See you in school, I gu-”
For what felt like the hundredth time today, I was interrupted. Before I had a chance to finish what I was saying, I felt a warm hand on my shoulder.
“Hello, dear” I looked beside me to see Christina who had a tea towel in her hand. “Victoria, isn’t it? Aren’t you Daniel Applegate’s daughter?”
“Oh, uh... yes.” Victoria replied, her head still lowered slightly.
I was still facing Christina and I couldn’t help but notice that there was a rather intrigued look in her dark brown eyes. I couldn’t blame her, Victoria was pretty interesting.
“Come in then!” Christina beamed, the interest in her eyes turning into forced happiness.
“No! No, it’s okay. I... I have to be back home.” Victoria said, fiddling with her hands.
“Well, okay then.” Christina replied, obviously disappointed. “I suppose that I’ll see you around some time. Oh, gosh! I think my chicken is burning!”
Seconds later, Christina had jogged into the living room, then into the kitchen. It was rather amusing to think that she wondered why I was always embarrassed around her.
Trying to make it seem as though my sister wasn’t an ecstatic mentalist, I turned back to Victoria. It didn’t surprise me when I saw her staring at the floor. How could she not laugh at my sister? Girls could really be weird sometimes.
“Well, bye then.” Victoria quickly turned around.
“Hey!” I said, stopping her from moving any further. “You know that project thing we have to do? Do you want to meet up sometime so that we can work on it?”
Once I’d finished speaking, Victoria, for the first time today, looked at me. It wasn’t a very comforting look, but at least it was some kind of look. She looked pretty scared. Her eyes were wide and she was anxiously biting her lip. Mind you, I couldn’t think of a time when she didn’t look scared.
The both of us stood there aimlessly for a few minutes before Victoria said anything.
“Okay... I guess so.” Victoria once again turned around.
“What time?” I asked.
“Um... tomorrow after school? You can come to my house, I don’t really like studying away from home.”
Right... I’d heard of being homesick, but being afraid of studying away from home was something else. Christina was normal compared to this girl.
“Sure, I’ll meet you by the school gates, yeah?” I said to Victoria.
Victoria nodded before hurriedly walking down the pathway in my front garden. She didn’t turn around once after that. Instead, she opened the gate and headed along the pavement until I couldn’t see her anymore.
“Are all girls either freakishly quiet or annoyingly loud?” I muttered to myself, closing the door behind me. "And Christina asks me why I’m single.”
) I'm here to review like you asked. I read all the other parts, so I'll be able to comment on the plot and stuff. 
Best of luck with editing and writing and considering that you had a Writer's Block as of lately, this was a good attempt.