Invisible

Surprise Visit

I parked my bike into the stand and groaned.  The rest of school was miserable, the events included me hiding in the library eating my lunch, and running laps in gym.  The only good thing was that it had stopped raining.  

I waved to the manager as I trudged up the stairs.  Finally, apartment 12C came into view.  I was working on finding my key when I heard yelling comeing from the inside.  

I pressed my ear to the door, attempting to make sense of the shouting.  

"Is this really how you've been raising Kasey and Maria while I've been gone?"  A voice screamed.

My mother returned, the volume equal.  "Why?  What's the matter with this place?"

I heard a long groan coming from the other person.  "Maria's nursery is an office, there is barely any room for her crib in there!  It's ridiculous!  Kasey doesn't even have a bed, it's a couch crammed into a tiny bedroom.  I looked in her closet, and she has what, three pairs of pants, a couple shirts, and a ratty jacket.  This is no life for a baby and a teenage girl!"

I knew that voice...

"Yeah, well, you weren't any help when you left years ago, now were you?"  My mom asked.  "You ran away when times were too hard, and left me alone."

"Oh, don't blame this on me.  I left for college, that I got a full scholarship for, I may add.  I left so I could do something with my life.  I got a job, i still send you money every month because I know sure as hell you're not making anything as a waitress.  Just because I did something with my life, and you're wasting yours does not give you the right to blame your laziness on me.  That's not fair."

There was a long pause as the realization hit me of who the voice belonged to.  Exitedly, I put my key in the lock and pushed the door open.  To my disappointment, the door was stuck, so I rammed it with my shoulder.

I looked at her.  Teresa, my older sister who left for college when I was thirteen.  

She looked different, older, more mature.  But it was still her, with her blonde hair, wavey like mine, cut to her shoulders.  She had the same chocolate brown eyes.  She was tall.  She was my sister.

Then, before I could open my mouth, I was engulfed into her warm embrace.