Don't forget me. by Christina.D (best books for 7th graders .txt) 📕

know me. This is what I want and I am scared to fail. As I fail a lot. I let my parents down every time I talk to my sister, as I don’t know why but she cry’s when I talk to her, she doesn’t want me near , but now that she can say some things, she asks my why I have to leave.
My mother says that I must have said something before that upset her, and now she said I told her that I’m going to leave her. There is no truth in those words. I have never even talked to her. I have written her many letters when she was at the age of one, but I have always felt her to be a stranger to me, she could never be my sister, as I could never even smile or play with her. That’s all I wanted really, isn’t that the whole point of having a sister? So you could play with her, and when your older gossip about boys?
I wrote her letters asking why she hated me. I thought she hated me because she was taking my parents away from me. My mother burned all the letters one night, as I usually gave them to her, to give to Summer.She thought I didn’t see her, but I did, and that was the first night my mother started crying. I still don’t know what was so specific at that night but that was the first time I saw her cry. I never have felt that my mother loves me, but It made me happy that she cared enough to cry.
I looked at the watch which said it was midnight. There still not back. The doctor must have agreed to treat her. I don’t know why all of the others have no hope in my sister. They all say that there is nothing they can do; she is going to die soon. That’s why now I have no hate left for Summer, she was going to go out of my parents lives without hardly being there. I don’t want her to die, but I can sadly say my life wouldn’t change if she would.
My heart leaped a mile when something dropped downstairs. They must be back!
I jumped out of bed, threw my book on my bed and leaped downstairs. The corridors were pitch black and I couldn’t see anything. Then when I slowly touched the last step I walked fast towards the kitchen. But then I fell face first on the floor, as it turns out the last step in my book, wasn’t the last step in real life.
There was a rummage in the kitchen and the back door opened. It didn’t close. I got up and walked into the light filled room. No one was in. I had to close my eyes again because of the light. Then I opened one to see what was happening .
‘Mum. Dad?’ I looked behind the door and then slowly to the back door. It was widely opened with the dark garden blazing in cold air. I put my hand out and closed the door. If that was either mum or dad, they should have the keys to open the door again. There is no possible way that anyone could have broken inn. Our locks are really expensive and our garden leads to the woods. So why would anyone go to the woods in the middle of the night when they would have the keys. There is no way that my parents would leave the door unlocked. They know better. We have a lot of things in this house that cost more than me, so they always lock the door.
My heart was beating fast. My mind was telling me one thing but my heart was saying that someone broke in, and I was the only one home, the worse thing is, I’m scared to go upstairs. What if the thief was inside the house now? How can I go upstairs? Hell, I’ll just stay here. But how can I? The heating is on only on the top floors. Its freezing here.

That night I didn’t die just in case you were wondering. We got robed. Only some expensive cutlery was stolen. Nothing else. No one knows how they got in, but I think they had the key.
I remember that night of being left alone and scared, not the fact that something got stolen, as my feelings are more important than some cutlery. Right? I remember sitting on the table and waiting ,hopping that my mummy will come and save me.
They came home the next morning. They said that they wanted to go and see Summer after dinner and decided that they should stay. They forgot to call and tell me. They never call me. They lied to the police, maybe because they didn’t want to sound like bad parents? They weren’t bad really, they just trust me to be on my own.
I didn’t call them that night because I didn’t want to interrupt in case they found THE doctor. I dint call because I wanted Summer to be happy.
That made me hate her. I regret hating her now, but then I came to terms that Summer will always come first and me second. Nothing can change that.
‘Sutton, don’t be stupid, you know we love you both, it’s just that tonight we stayed with her, beside nothing happened just some knifes got stolen.’ Mother took my hand tightly when I laid in bed. ‘Hey, how about, you have this week off, it’s the last week till summer holiday, I’m shore you’re not going to learn anything anyway, and you can get a head start on packing. We’re going to the Caribbean this year!’ She let go of my hand and hung my bathrobe. I knew we most probably won’t have any fun, as Summer is allergic to some things on the pool water, and she’s scared of the ocean.
‘I guess I would like that, but is dad OK with that?’ Mum looked at me and laughed. I don’t know why I asked, they always agree on everything. Everything. I have never seen them argue in all of my short life.

Floting

The next few days came and went; I stayed in my bed for most of it. When Monday came my mum asked me to let the pool boy in when he comes, but forgot to tell me what time. That was the first time we talked after the incident. I didn’t really know what to say to her, and dad didn’t quite get the courage to talk to me at all.
The doorbell rang at one o’clock in the afternoon. I opened the door to a middle aged man that had his hat down over his eyes and clothes that were baggy and dark green. He must be the pool boy. Well man. He seemed older than the rest of the pool boys we had.
‘Hey, are you here for the pool?’ I stood in the way of the door. He seemed dazed and then just nodded. I let him go through to the back and stayed with him. He didn’t have any equipment so I showed him the shed. My dad never was the one to fix things, not like usual fathers, they fix and mend things in the house, but my father bought new things instead.
He’s beard bothered me greatly. I stood at the side waiting till he finishes as then I could go swimming. I knew it’s going to take long, but I want to swim. It’s the only thing that makes me happy now. As water can’t talk and disappoint you.
I don’t know why I didn’t leave him to it and just come back later, but I guess I don’t know a lot of things.
The time went slowly. I don’t remember much of it. I remember being pushed in the pool from my back and red colours everywhere. I didn’t scream because I didn’t want to be disappointed, because I knew I would scream – mummy help me. I just knew she wouldn’t come to save me. So I floated there. I was awake, but I wasn’t.
I woke up in hospital with the doctor shining a light into my eye.
‘Well you will be fine after a few weeks of rest.’ He winked at me and went away.
I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head. I tried screaming, but nothing came out of my mouth. The tears came instead.
I felt a soft grasp around my hand. I looked to find my grandmother crying.
‘Hey sweetheart.’ Her warm gray eyes soothed me. She didn’t look like she used to, her wrinkles took over her face, and there was no person anymore, just a woman with a sweat heart shaped face, gray hair, and tears.
I spilled out a groan. She stood up and left the room. I love her floral dresses; they smell like lavender, which always makes me want to sleep. I remember being little and my grandmother teaching my mum to take care of me. She would always show more love, and now I guess it’s not that different. My mum learned a lot, but not enough.
Then my mother walked in. She wasn’t crying but she had a sad look on. I pocked all of the will that I have and tried to speak, but it came as a whisper.
‘Mummy.’ I had tears flowing down, my face which hurt like acid dripping down.
‘Hey, don’t worry you will be fine. I don’t know when you haven’t been fine. You can get through this, you always have.’ He stroked my head and then stood up straight.
‘I have great news you know. We found a doctor that can help Summer. Now you can finally have your sister play with you!’ She kissed me and then stood at the end of my bed. I looked at my grandmother’s angry face. I wanted to tell her not to be angry, as this will make my mother happy, but instead I just said ‘That’s great.’
He was a drug addict and he wanted to steal something from out house. I was just there. In the way. I guess he thought no one was in the house. He hit me with a crow bar at the back of my head. Then ran away. They didn’t find him. As I don’t remember what he looked like The real pool boy found me. He dragged me out the pool and called the police. My father gave him enough money to not work till he retires.