Inspirational quote: No matter how you feel, get up, dress up, show up, and never give up.

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Lauriel had had enough.
She was completely fed up with her life.

She was annoyed with school.
Both of her parents.
Her older brother Aaron.
Her younger sister Abigail.

It was the last day of school before the half term holiday, but she had got sent home early because she had felt sick.

She was feeling a tad bit better now, but that never meant she still wasn't annoyed.

Right now, she was currently locked up in her room, pretending to sleep, when really, she was cutting something up for her homework.

Why?

No one really knew. Lauriel was just crazy like that, she guessed.

She was halfway through skim reading her maths textbook when suddenly her older brother Aaron came into her room, making her even more agitated than before because the guy usually never knocked.

Aaron was a nineteen year old sixth former, who had just finished his A-Levels, and like his GCSEs, he pretty much aced all of them.

Aaron was very smart, like Kieran was. He had dirty brown hair along with freckles, and currently had a million girls fancying him.

His eyes were light green, like sea weed, and he was an exact opposite person to Lauriel.

He wasn't pretending to sleep right now, plus he actually sort of liked studying.

Lauriel didn't like studying, but then she didn't hate it either.

She found studying 50/50 to be honest.

Half good, half bad.

He entered her room, making Lauriel look at him blankly, rolling her eyes when she finally saw him.

"Hey, mum and dad want to know what you're doing and-" Aaron opened his eyes finally, becoming insanely mad at Lauriel instantly.

"What the hell do you think you're doing with those scissors?" He wanted to know, fully glaring at her now.

Lauriel didn't reply, just kept on attempting to cut herself, ignoring the fact completely that Aaron was there.

Aaron came even closer to her, slapping Lauriel right in the face.

"Never seen your do homework before. Kinda funny."

Again, Lauriel didn't reply, that was until Aaron lifted her maths homework up from her, gobsmacked.

"44% in your maths homework?" Aaron teased. "That's barely even half of the questions right. What happened, sis? You're usually good at maths."

Lauriel couldn't respond, she had half lost her voice. She looked at her failed maths homework instead, smiling, but didn't say anything.

Instead, she punched Aaron hard, before stepping on him, and telling him to get lost.

Aaron, now in serious agony, nearly cried, but he didn't get lost because he realised something, making him even more mad than last time.

"Why the hell can I see an aqua marine coloured suitcase on your bed?"

That one Lauriel knew how to reply to, however she snapped back at him, annoyed.

"Because I do. Aaron. Problem?"

Aaron was about to open his mouth and say something, until Lauriel beat him to it, yelling this time for the whole world to hear.

"Exactly. I thought as much!"

"Lauriel. Honestly. If there's something going on that you want to talk about, I'm always here. Honest."

Lauriel shook her head, before putting her gothic scissors away and slamming her head on the table.

Aaron, in the meantime, placed his right hand on Lauriel's shoulders before looking back at the aqua marine coloured suitcase again.

"Seriously though, Lauriel." He realised, coming closer to her suitcase. "Why've you got this?"

Once again, Lauriel didn't respond. She couldn't. They were looking at each other in the eyes for a while, until Lauriel looked away, bringing out her gothic scissors again.

"Chill Aaron. Honestly. There's nothing in there that you need to see. Actually no. Screw it. There's nothing in there at all, Aaron. Everything is fine."

Despite the fact that Aaron wasn't convinced, he believed her. Although about two to three seconds later, he changed his mind about believing her, and opened up her suitcase.

Lauriel was wrong. Things, such as clothes, were in there.
A lot of clothes, actually.

"Lauriel..." Aaron trailed off, indignantly. "Explain this..."

Lauriel was doomed. She couldn't lie to Aaron, Aaron could physically see the back of her head.

She was also a hundred percent sure that Aaron had telepathy because he always knew everything that she was thinking, for some reason.

"I'm running away," she whispered, coming up to him and moving the suitcase away from her, not realising that she had made a deafening banging sound in the process.

"What? No."

"Yes," Lauriel argued. "And I mean I was planning to run away. Until you annoyingly showed up!"

Aaron rolled his eyes in disbelief.

"But why though? There's got to be some explanation for this? You can't just run away for no reason, Lauriel."

Lauriel scoffed at that, nearly wanting to scream as well. So she did, of course.

"Because Aaron! Mum and dad hate me, they like you and Abigail better. They've been driving me crazy lately by constantly yelling at me but they don't care. They're always comparing me to other people, and I think they're doing it deliberately as well. And worst of all, I even overheard them the other day talking about trying to get rid of me, Aaron-"

Aaron interrupted her halfway because he honestly felt like she was going off on a wild tangent as she was babbling on and on and on forever.

"Okay. I get it. So this family doesn't make you happy. Is there anything I can do to make you happy?"

Lauriel nodded, Aaron grinned.

"Under any circumstances do not tell anyone about this! Aaron, I really mean it. Let this be a secret between us. This secret can not be broken. If it is, then, well, I'm sorry, but you won't live to see next year. Understand me?"

Surrendering by put his hands up, Aaron quickly yelled that he understood, before Lauriel slammed the door again.

She had barely even made it down one step of the stairs before Aaron had called her name again, still hanging around hopelessly in Lauriel's bedroom.

"Wait, Lauriel."

"What!" She shouted back, heading inside the room, giving Aaron her amazing look of death.

"You are coming back right? Please do. You'll miss my 20th birthday, which by the way, is tomorrow."

Lauriel didn't reply. She hadn't really thought about that question.

Was she coming back?

Probably not, for all Lauriel knew.

"I'm making no promises," she answered eventually, repeating the slamming door process all over again.

Then she opened it again.

"And about your birthday... Why should I stay? You barely remembered my fourteenth one, you always think my birthday is July 5th but it's not, it's the 27th."

Then she was off for real.

Well only for a mere ten seconds anyway, before her parents had called both her and Aaron's names.

As slowly as she could, Lauriel stumbled downstairs, but only went faster when Aaron physically pushed her down the stairs.

She turned her suitcase into a normal handbag as they both headed into the kitchen as their parents were casually watching them.

"There you are. Where've you been, Lauriel? I called you like two hours ago for lunch but you wouldn't come downstairs."

This was coming from her obnoxious father. Lauriel just shrugged her shoulders, not saying anything.

She headed for the door promptly, but mainly when her parents weren't looking.

She was caught red handed within two seconds.

Her parents also had eyes at the back of their heads as well.

"Where do you think you're going, misses?" Her mother echoed towards all four corners of the kitchen.

Innocently, Lauriel pointed to herself.

"Oh? Me? I'm just going to the.. Uhm... Roller skating rink with my friends. Don't mind me."

She turned red straight after that as she fumbled around with her keys, desperately trying to open the door though getting no luck whatsoever out of doing it.

Wow she's got friends? Aaron thought to himself, watching her. You would've thought she'd be a loner as all she does is lock herself in her room all day doing nothing.

Lauriel dropped her keys, making her mother watch Lauriel's every move suspiciously.

"Lauriel, you're not going. I don't trust you going anywhere. You're staying right here, with me. With us."

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Moral of chapter: Just never let annoying siblings into your room. Whether they knock or not. Ever!