[punkrocker22]

Avril-
“Michelle! I’m home!” I was finally back home from Derycks. It was 9:00 at night and I figured Michelle would notice right when I walked into the door that something was up. I hoped that she wouldn’t. After all, she was my little sister and I didn’t want to set a bad example for her. After hearing the truth, she would think it was alright to have sex on the first date. In reality, it wasn’t such a good idea. But me and Deryck had a connection. So it was different. But I couldn’t explain that to Michelle and so, I hoped she wouldn’t find out. I knew my mom wouldn’t approve of it either. If Michelle found out she would definitely tell mom… and that would definetly lead to trouble.
“Hey, sis.” I looked at my sister as she walked down the stairs. She was running down, pulling her shirt down awkwardly. I guess she hadn’t expected me home so early. I laughed at first finding it funny. But then I began to wonder why she was acting so weird. She was smiling awkwardly at me, fidgeting like crazy.
“What’s wrong with you? Why are you acting so weird?” I stared at her intently, waiting for an answer.
“Oh, um, I was on the internet upstairs. You, um, you…you just startled me..That’s all.”
“Ok.” I looked at her strangely and then began my way up the stairs, to my bedroom. I was halfway up the stairs when I felt Michelle pull me by the arm tightly, stopping me dead in my tracks. She looked at me seriously, with an embarrassed look on her face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked turning back around to face her. “You look scared.”
“Please, just don’t go upstairs right now. Please.”
“Why?” I looked at her confused and then began to study her outfit. She was wearing a black shirt with a black ruffle skirt. I looked at the side of her skirt to find that her skirt was unzipped. Michelle always zipped up her skirts. I took this as a shock. When I looked at her shirt more closely, I noticed it was wrinkled. It seemed as if she had taken it off and then put it on (once again) in a hurry. It was strange but I figured it meant nothing. Then, I thought about what she had told me when I had first come home. She said she had been on the internet upstairs. That was impossible! I didn’t have a computer upstairs. The only computer in the entire house was downstairs in the guest room! I looked at her in horror as I thought about what she was doing upstairs.
“Michelle…honestly…what were you doing upstairs?” I stared her down, watching her every move, scared of what the truth held. I saw her put her head down as if embarrassed. She let go of my arm and began to play with her hair, nervously.
“I told you I was on the net.” She was blushing a deep hue of red.
“Oh my god!” I said somewhat worried of what I would find upstairs. I ran upstairs quickly so that she wouldn’t catch me.
“Avril, please, don’t go in your bedroom.” I heard her scream. I ran to my bedroom and quickly opened up the bedroom door.
“Oh my god! Michelle!” I screamed, realizing my opinion had been correct. I covered my eyes and turned my head away from the bed. Laying in my bed, completely naked, was a white boy with dark black hair. His clothes were scattered all over the floor and when I searched the floor I spotted my sister’s underwear. With the way the sheets on the bed looked, I figured he hadn’t been the only one in that bed.
“Who are you?” I asked the boy. However, before he could answer, my sister ran into the room.
“I can explain. Av….it’s not what it looks like.”
At that moment, I exploded. I felt anger build up inside of me and I had to release it. “Oh, it’s not what it looks like! Really? Cause it looks like you just fucked this guy in my bed!!”
“Ok, Av, maybe it is what it looks like. But please don’t get mad.”
“How am I not supposed to get mad? First of all, it was in my bed. Secondly, do you even know this guy? Thirdly, it was in my bed!!”
“You said that twice! God, you’re being so like mom!”
“I don’t care! How do you know this guy?”
“Well, um, I met him yesterday. Today was our first date.”
“You gave him everything on your first date? Michelle, you should know not to do that!”
“I should know that! You should know that!”
“What are you talking about?” I yelled looking at her nervously and filled with anger.
“Oh come on, im not an idiot. You expect me to listen to you on that when youre the one fucking deryck on the first date!”
“What?”
“Oh come on, I heard him in the background when I called you. And I heard you whispering to him. Plus, I know you left in the middle of the night. I saw you leave. I’m not an idiot. God I hate this!”
“First of all, what me and Deryck do is none of your business! Plus, with you it’s different.”
“Oh really? How is it different?”
“Well, for the most part, you’re 15!”
“So, youre only 17!”
“But it’s different! And stop getting involved in my life. We’re focusing on you right now!”
“If you want me to stop muddling into your life, then you should try to stay out of mine.” With that she looked at the boy in the bed. “I’ll meet you outside Rick.”
With that she went into the hallway. “Michelle come here…im not through with you.”
“Well im through with you! You’re not mom! No matter how much you think you are, you’re not!”
“I’m not trying to be mom! I just don’t want you hurt!”
“Well stop! Im sick of mom, im sick of this and im sick of you!” My sister had never been so mean, not to me anyway. I heard my door slam and when I turned around, I saw Rick coming towards us…finally dressed. Rick took my sister by the arm and led her downstairs. I began to follow.
“Michelle, where are you going?”
“Im going with Rick, you know, the one you don’t approve of.”
“You can’t go live with a guy. What would mom say?”
“I really don’t give a damn what mom will say. I’ve had it! It’s time you guys realize im not a child anymore!”
She slammed the door behind her as she walked to Rich’s motorcycle with him (which was hidden behind a bush). I ran over to her and tugged at her risk.
“Michelle, please don’t do this. I take back what I said. Please, just come inside and we’ll talk about this later.” I said pleading. I would say anything right now to get my sister away from Rick. I knew he would end up hurting her later. And I didn’t want that to happen. Couldn’t she see that I was just protecting her. She was so nieve.
“No, get off of me.” With that she pushed my arm away and before I could grab for her again, Rick’s motorcycle started and left me in the dust to cry.

Note: I did not make the ages of Michelle and Avril to match real life.