For a few moments, I simply stand there and stare at her. I swallow, horrified, and regain my voice.
"Y-you're sending me to p-public school?" I manage to stutter out.
"It's for your best," she say. She doesn't really look as if she means it, though.
"You don't care what's for my best, you just want me out of here!" I yell, my shock quickly turning to anger. Without waiting for her response, I turn and run back upstairs.
I open my bedroom door and walk in, slamming it closed behind me. I wince slightly at the sound, but instead of apologizing I just sit down on my bed. Instantly, Strikey's at my side, rubbing his warm, furry cheek against mine.
"Get your ass down here! We're not done talking!" She screams from downstairs. I think she's about to say something more when my older sister, Raven, arrives home from work.
"What's going on?" I hear Raven ask in a quiet tone. I roll off my bed and stand up, pressing my ear against the closed bedroom door. I want to hear my mum's response.
"Nothing. Just go and get changed," my mum says angrily. Raven doesn't question this, probably because she's so used to this sort of thing. Instead, she walks upstairs and before I can move away from the door, she opens it, accidentally hitting me in the head.
"Ow!" I yell, my hand quickly meeting the side of my head.
"Oh, sorry," Raven says, taking off her McDonalds hat and pulling out the band holding her long, black hair in a pony tail. I watch as it falls smoothly against her shoulders and then look away. "What happened with mum?" She asks.
I answer her in a quiet mumble, not really wanting to think about it. "She's sending me... sending me to public school."
"Oh... It's not so bad there, you know," she says. She spreads her tan arms wide, offering a hug. I hesitate for a moment, and then accept the offer.
She holds me close and stays silent, waiting for me to say something. Eventually, I do.
"What's it like there?" I ask her as she lets go of me. Her brown eyes meet my own green ones and she gives me a comforting smile.
"It's not so bad. Busy, kind of... But I'm sure you'll make friends," she replies after a moment of thinking.
I nod and glance over at Strikey. "Will he be okay there?" I ask worriedly.
"Of course he will," she says with a grin. "Why don't we go get something to eat? Maybe some icecream will do you good."
My mood brightens slightly at the mention of icecream. "Alright. Gimme a minute." I say to her. She nods in understanding and walks out the door, closing it quietly behind her.
I wait a few seconds to make sure she's not listening, but when I look through the crack between the door and the floor, her feet aren't there. I pick up Strikey and set him on my lap.
"You'll always be my best friend..." I say quietly, as if he was doubting this. He purrs in response, staring up at me with his big, golden eyes. I smile slightly.
"You'll always be my best friend," I repeat quietly. "I promise... Nobody can replace you."
Getting up, I place him gently on my bed and open my bedroom door to leave with Raven.