"Ring!"
"Why did I bring this damned alarm clock!" Julianne said, screaming into her pillow. Her new room was well furnished, and it had an en-suite bathroom. She remembered grinning when she found out. No more sharing bathrooms, hurray!
She dragged her feet to her bathroom and hurriedly got dressed. As she had breakfast, she thought about Kyrie and her crazy mother. She thanked her stars she left the room sooner than the previous day, or she would have been in a hospital bed, or worse, dead! There was no telling what Lori would have done to her!
"Do you want more eggs, dearie?"
She shook her head, as she watched her new caretaker, Sarah, walk into the kitchen. Unlike Rachel, Sarah was a clean freak. It was almost impossible to keep up with her because Julianne was very messy.
She found herself in the hallway, students hastily running to class. She walked quickly, in case Kyrie spotted her. She would probably tell Tracy and Courtney about her 'bastard little sister.'
She fought tears and walked to her class. Luckily, Kyrie wasn't in the hallway, so there were zero awkward conversations.
"You look spent," Jacques said to her as she sat.
She smiled warmly at him, realizing she had missed him. Yes, they saw each other the previous day, but after the events that took place the previous day, it felt like she hadn't seen him in forever.
"Good morning to you too, jerk."
"You know exams start in two days, right?"
Two days?" She hollered. "But Kyrie said they didn't start till next week!"
"They've been preponed, genius."
She buried her face in her palms, stifling a groan. "This is so not happening."
"Well, that's what happens when you leave Clara in charge."
"Say, have you seen Kyrie?"
"No, why?"
"No reason."
Kyrie flinched as they walked into the hospital. Her mother came with them, lest she burnt down the house. She hated the sight of hospitals, but for her father, she went through with it. She watched him knock on a door, and finally, open it. Behind the door was a large man in a white coat, no doubt the doctor. She was too shaken to access his features, but she knew he was large.
"Good morning, Mr. Heathrow," the large doctor said smiling, showing his pearly whites. She finally noticed his tanned skin, his golden amber eyes, his ruddy brown hair, and the glasses that sat proudly on his nose.
"Good morning, doc!" Her father cheerfully replied. "These are my kids, Kylian and Kyrielle, and that's…Lorraine."
She watched her mother roll her eyes and tighten her smile. Her father continued rambling with the doctor, but she was too bothered to care. Hospitals. I hate hospitals. Charts. Pens. Is that candy? Man, I would love some. Those are some nice birds. Birds. Chicken. Chicken wings. Chicken wings dipped in hot sauce. Chicken wings dipped in hot sauce dipped in…
"Kyrie!" Her father said. "The doctor would like to see you now."
She stared at the doctor suspiciously. Is he a doctor or a CIA agent in disguise? No, he's an actor who acted as a doctor and now thinks he's one. Wait, is he Doctor Who? Nah…I don't trust him. Correction, I don't trust him. Remember, Kyrie, don't speak to him, don't speak…
"So," she began. "How's it going?" What did we say about speaking
The doctor smiled. "Nervous?"
She bobbed her head. "A little. But if this will help my father, then I'll do it."
"Your father must be very lucky."
She tensed as the doctor told her to open her mouth. "It's nothing, just a swab."
After he took it, she said, "What's it for?"
"We'll test it to see if your father's HLA matches yours."
"His what?"
"Human leukocyte antigens. Listen, if we start talking about this, you'll get bored."
Too late for that, she thought. She was already feeling dizzy. She thanked the doctor and hopped out of the room.
Julianne thought she was going to pass out the moment she stepped out of the library. Reading for five hours straight was a bad idea. What she needed was a warm bed and a nice pillow, not books. She felt less awkward knowing she wasn't the only one reading like a maniac. Tons of people whom she knew attended Notre Dame because of their uniforms- flooded into the library. Unsurprisingly, she didn't find Jacques there. She sighed as she padded home to her warm bed and nice pillow, she had earned it!
"Hey, Julie! Wait up!"
She froze in her tracks when she heard the chirpy voice. She knew it was Kyrie, but she was too afraid to look. Kyrie walked to where she was standing, alongside Tracy and Courtney.
"Why did you leave that day? You didn't even say goodbye!" She pouted. Julianne turned, arching her brow at her. That was the answer she needed.
"Listen, I'm sorry about my mom. She gets…extreme at times."
"It's fine."
She turned back to Tracy and Courtney. "Did you guys know that Julie's my sister?"
Oh, Mother Earth! She prayed. Swallow me up, please! Save me from this awkwardness!"
"No way!" Tracy said. Courtney stared, speechless. "How can…"
"So sorry, Kyrie," Julie said hastily. "I've gotta go. Exams begin tomorrow."
"Right! Good luck!"
They were at dinner when her father announced that the results of the HLA had returned to the hospital.
"The doctor said they're back," Julian mumbled.
"That's wonderful!" Kyrie chirped. "So, when can we get started?"
"We're not starting anything, Kyrie," He said, averting his gaze back to Lori.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Cut it out!"
"The results didn't match, Lori. Neither of them matched!"
"How's that my problem?" She said, screaming too.
"They're supposed to match! Since they don't match, it means they're either not my children or there's an error in the system. I want to believe the second option."
"Stop it, Julian!" She sprang out of her seat. "First you brought your bastard daughter, and now you doubt my fidelity. What is it with you?"
"Good night, Lorraine."
She screamed as she watched him leave the table. Kyrie knew things were going to get ugly soon. She held her mother calmly and led her out of the dining area, lest she broke the plates.