“Faith?” My brother called, “Where are you? Faith?” His footsteps are heard throughout the house, echoing off the walls. I snicker, sneaking away in the other direction trying not to be seen. Keeping myself quiet, I walk in the kitchen. I was six and he was eight at the time; I was trying to hide from him and he was trying to get me. It wasn’t hide and seek, no, he was trying to get me to have a bath. I, on the other hand, was trying to get a snack.
I walked to the fridge, my eyes searching around for any signs of my brother. I couldn’t see him but I could certainly hear him. Stomping feet were heard through the walls, as I quicken my pace. I was starving by the time I reached the fridge, and opening it made my hunger worse. There was so much food in the fridge, but not one of them was sweet. As a six year old, I had this craving for anything sweet. Since there was nothing, I frantically looking around, seeking for the cookie jar. However, as I was, I didn’t notice my brother coming up behind me. He grabbed my arm, laughing, “Found you!”
I was getting dragged upstairs. I groaned, trying to get out of his grasp, “Simon! Let go, I’m hungry!”
“No I’m not letting go!”
He handed an apple to me, making me utterly confused, “Huh?”
He sighed, “Eat and shut up. You’re annoying me.”
That night, I looked out the window in search for something I needed. There was this star I always looked at because to me, it looked special. There was always something about star that got me excited. It was this one that sat in the centre of a cluster of stars. I would always smile, there was something about that star that would make my eyes twinkle. I would be always told off by Simon; he says that mystical things don’t exist. Although, every time he says that he has this guilty look on his face, so I’m not too sure.
It was one night in particular when my questions arose. It was such a beautiful night; stars were all over the place, beyond the eyes could see. I don’t know how it happened, but the stars moved. At the time, I wasn’t aware that Earth spins on an axis, but I was aware of magic and fantasy. They’d danced across the ink painted sky, moving all over the place. However, the centre star got my attention the most. My eyes glued to the star as it shone brightly, making me squint. It seemed to have opened, reviling a woman. Her face was angelic, smiling down on me as she waved. I couldn’t believe it, but it was right there! I ran to get my brother, once obtaining him, I dragged Simon upstairs only to find she is nowhere to be seen. He started to question me about everything in my mind, saying that it was strange. However, I didn’t care what he said; I’d believed what I saw that night.
However, that was ten years ago. Now each time I see something weird I have to keep it to myself. Although, I always keep to myself, so why am I complaining? My brother says that I get that from my mum, but that doesn’t even any sense. Our parents abandoned us when I was a baby, Simon was two, so how can he remember all these things, and how does he even know? I guess some things can never be explained.
Its summer, the heat from the sun glares down on me, telling me I should be awake. I sigh, rubbing my eyes. Today is yet another day of daunting school for me. Simon’s eighteen now, so he graduated last year. I groan at the thought, stepping out of bed. He should be sleeping now, so it’s my job to wake him up every morning. I walk towards my brother’s door, hearing the squeak as it opens. I see my brother sprawled out on top of his sheets, snoring. I grunt, opening the blinds to his room. He mumbles, putting the pillow over his eyes. This is going to be difficult; however, it’s my job to get him awake.
He groans, “Simon says to get out.” He rolls over, “He’s not available.”
I sigh, “Faith says no, she needs to get to school.”
“Simon says to get your own ride.”
“Faith says that she’ll love to if she was old enough to drive.” I cross my arms over my chest.
He moans, sitting up, “I’ll be a minute, alright?” He smirks, “Get changed alrady you don’t want to go to school like that…”
I nod, walking out, “Thanks, Simon.”
Walking towards my room, I notice a photo on the wall. It’s one of when we first moved to the unit we’re living in now, smiling as we held the final box in our hands. Before we moved here we used to live with this lady named Mrs Thompson. She was okay I guess, though she was really strict. I remember this one time when I was ten, and she wanted me to feed the animals on her farm and I managed to somehow to get mud all over my face, arms, legs and clothes; I was all muddy. To make the long story short, she had me in the bath for two hours; I learnt my lesson, never underestimate the power of an old lady.
I think I need to clean my room; I can’t find anything. It’s not messy, yet it’s not preferably tidy either. Books are scattered across my desk like fallen leaves, making my desk a mess. My bed is made, but somehow it looks like a birds nest. I have this habit of making everything spotless for some reason; it’s like when you have breakfast every morning. You just have to have it; I have to make my room tidy.
I hear my brother demanding me to get down stairs right now. I sigh, racing to get my things for school. Why do I have such a weird brother for? I rush downstairs, tripping over my own feet. Once I made my way down, he shoved me out the door.
We drive off.
It’s such a lovely sight; driving to the seat always puts me in such a lovely mood. The trees rush past my vision in on line, making it into one massive blur. Sunflower fields go smaller, pathways instead replace them. We make a left, entering the city. The large buildings stand proud and tall, showing off their windows to everyone’s view. These always seem to depress me; they’re so boring and dull. We make it to the school, slowing down to find a parking spot.
He pulls up in a car space, “I’ll be late this afternoon, Faith.”
I rub my head, “Just don’t be too late, okay?”
“Sure.” He smiles, “Get going then!”
I get out of the car, shutting the door. I wave, “See you later, Simon.”
The car drives off, leaving me standing at the grand doors of the school. I hope nothing bad happens today.