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A 100% TRUE story of how I had sex…Pt.2

I could barely sleep that night. Knowing that I had to talk to my sister scared the daylights out of me. It wasn’t until four in the morning when I finally fell asleep.
When I woke up, the clock next to my bed said it was 7:50. I had woken up late. I only had ten minutes to throw on some clothes, my backpack, and rush down to the bus stop. My sister Rachel was already gone by now—her bus left at 7:00. The fact that I had missed talking to her that morning didn’t make me feel bad, though. The longer I could delay talking to her, the better.
School went incredibly slow that day. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I was going to say to Rachel. How would she react? Would she not speak to me for a long time? I hated this. All because I had left my fucking door unlocked. Still, why did she just barge into my room? I never did that to her when she was in her room.

“Nathan,” my English teacher, Mrs. Pruett said.

I looked up from my desk. Mrs. Pruett had the uncanny resemblance of Umbridge from the popular Harry Potter book series. And she acted almost exactly like her.
“Yes, maam?” I mumbled. “Do your work, Nathan,” Mrs. Pruett huffed, “Unless you want me to knock your D plus down to an F.”

This day was just getting better and better.

I didn’t even sit with my friends at lunch. I wandered outside the cafeteria and into the breeze way, where I ate my lunch alone. I still wasn’t sure what I was going to say to Rachel.
When I got home, I made my way upstairs and into my room. I figured it would be best to talk to Rachel when my mom and little sister had gone to bed. So I tried to concentrate on my homework. Rachel got home a little later from sports, but I didn’t leave my room to bother her. By the time 10:00 rolled around, I had finished my homework, and my mom and little sister had gone to bed. Taking a deep breath, I left my room and opened my sister’s door.

Rachel had cleaned her room, which was surprising. She was sitting on her bed, reading a book. She didn’t even look up when I came into the room.

“Get out,” she murmured.

“Rachel, we have to talk about this sometime,” I said, sitting down next to her. “I think you knew what I was doing, that night ago?”

Rachel finally looked up from her book at me. Her face was emotionless, so I wasn’t sure what she was thinking.

“Of course I knew what you were doing. I’m not a little kid, Nathan.”

“Well then you should understand that it wasn’t wrong what I was doing, right?”

“I know that.

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