Author: Cherry-Drops PM
Charlie is a Nought living in a Cross society with her son and partner who is a Cross, this kind of relationship is frowned upon...Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Romance - Chapters: 13 - Words: 14,583 - Reviews: 16 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 01-18-12 - Published: 09-07-09 - id: 5359715
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A:N/ Going to be staying when the children are grown up now. :) Hope you enjoy.
Stomping down the stairs I sighed. Another day, another boring day. Probably spend it on the games console or something. I ruffled my hair, pulling my trackie bottoms up as I opened the fridge door. Taking out the milk I poured myself a glass of milk.
"Oh come on Jamie put a shirt on!" a voice came from behind me. I turned around to see my baby sister with her hands over her eyes facing me. I laughed, "Come on Sophie you've seen me in worse than this!" I pointed to the whole of myself.
"I know and I'd rather not see that again thank you. I haven't forgotten that you owe me for not telling mum and dad about that!" She laughed, taking her hand away from her hazel eyes. I smiled a little before handing my glass towards her, "Milk?"
"Oo yes please." She took the glass eagerly before sitting at the table. Turning around I poured myself another glass and put some toast in the toaster.
"So. Plans for your day. Go." I instructed to her, sitting opposite her.
"Erm. Hang out the washing for Mum, put a load on then sit around doing nothing!"
"Well why don't you two come and help me out at the surgery?" A voice came from the hall. Dad popped his head around the door, "Since you two don't have anything to do today and your mum's at work, I could do with the assistance."
"Hey!" I exclaimed, "How do you know I don't have anything to do today?"
Dad laughed before walking away from the door. I held my arms open wide against the table with my mouth open. I looked at Sophie and she looked at me making a 'really?' look. I looked down and nodded, "Yeah.. alright.."
Sophie smiled and called to dad, "Okay dad we'll come with you!"
"I call the shower first!" I called, jumping up and running past her and up the stairs.
"Oh come on!" she yelled, "Fine i'm eating your toast!" she laughed. I growled quietly as I walked into the bathroom. I had forgotten about my breakfast...
I liked getting on with my brother, it was comforting to know I had someone who always had my back when times got hard, someone to turn to, someone to.. just be there really. He knew exactly how I felt when the bullying began, because he had it too, our mixed skin colours were discriminated so much that we couldn't even sit on the same table as a Cross, we were seen as nothing as much as noughts were, even though we were half and half. I sat swimming in my thoughts as I munched on his toast before I went up the stairs and banged on the shower door, "JAMIE! HURRY UP!" I yelled before moving into my room, opening my chest of drawers to pick out my clothes for the day. I then went to the washing machine and pulled out the massive clump of clothes and walking into the garden to hang them out. I'm such a good daughter. I smiled at myself.
Just as I walked back up the stairs, Jamie emerged from the steamy bathroom, his black mop pasted upon his face. He regarded me with his dark blue eyes before pulling tongues at me, taking a hold of the towel that was around his waist. "Yeah I thought you'd do that" I grinned, remembering the time i'd caught him sneaking a girl out of the house early, and his dressing gown was open. I saw everything.. Scarred. For. Life! I quickly jumped into the bathroom, undressed and went into the shower before getting out, drying my hair and getting dressed before tying my hair up into a ponytail and slipping into my Converse. "I'm ready!" I called up to my brother.
Jamie stood up from the sofa, turning off the program he'd been watching and ushered me out of the house before locking the door.
It took me two seconds, as soon as I stepped out of the door that I noticed something wasn't right. It was then that I saw him, that slimeball of a man, standing on the other side of the road, his arms folded, a cigar in his mouth. Watching us. His eyes met mine and I felt a chill run down my back, I looked at Sophie, she was looking at me, a confused look on her face as I'd gone quiet, "Are you alright? Who's that man over there?" she asked me, looking towards our uncle with curiosity.
"I don't know" I lied to her, shrugging, putting my hand on her shoulder and turning her the other way down the street, "Probably some judgemental Cross."
Sophie tutted, "Typical." she rolled her eyes and walked next to me looking at the floor as if deep in thought. "Everything okay Sophie?" I asked her, she snapped her head up and nodded, "Yeah! Just thinking how it's stupid how Crosses still judge us"
I nodded in agreement and continued to walk towards our dads' surgery. I hated lying to her about our uncle, but I knew it was for her own good.