We race up the stairs, and see my sisters eating breakfast.

Great.

Mia was sitting at the table, scrolling through Tumblr, and Fiona was making something.

"Eggs anybody?" Fiona asked.

Charlotte and Miles nodded while I scrunched up my face in disgust. "Ew,"

Mia looked up from her phone and her eyes landed on my shirt. Dads shirt.

"Why would you wear that?" She asked me angrily.

She slammed her phone on the kitchen counter and ran in to the living room with Fiona following.

"Um not to be insensitive," Charlotte started, "but didn't your dad, I'm pass away, a year ago?" I nod and say "It's the first time they come back since my dad killed myself. It's pretty fresh in their minds," I answer.

I awkwardly stand there for another moment, until I rip my shirt off (leaving me in a bra and really short shorts) and run into the living room.

Mia has a cascade of tears running from her eyes, as Fiona comforts her. "What're you doing here?" Fiona asks viciously.

I stand quiet for moment to prevent myself from slapping her. Who does she think she is? They put off dealing with death until now, when everybody learned to live with it. It's there own fault!

I point to the door and say "Get out."

Mia looks up and her make up is all over her face. Fiona is teary-eyed, but looks at me with fire in her eyes. "What?" She asks aggressively.

I slam my hand against the wall and shout "GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY GOD DAMN HOUSE!"

Fiona rushed towards me as Mia's face falls into her hands. "Why the hell do you have to be so insensitive? We lost our dad!"

I scream "YEAH A YEAR AGO, NOT A DAY AGO!! IF YOU TWO HAD BOTHER TO STICK AROUND INSTEAD OF ABANDONING ME, YOU WOULD'VE LEARNED TO LIVE WITH IT NOW!! BUT NOOOO! THE PRINCESS HAD TO GO AWAY INSTEAD OF FACING REALITY, AND DEAL WITH IT WHEN THEY ARE IN THE MOOD!! WELL GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!! I CANNOT DEAL WITH THIS ANYMORE!!"

Mia continues crying a river, while Fiona stays quiet. I walk out of the room back to the kitchen and angrily poor myself down cereal.

"Um Ames?" Miles asks me. "What?" I asked agitated. "You're breasts are still showing."

I awkwardly pick up the shirt and put it back on. I go back to making my cereal.

"You okay?" Charlotte asked me skeptically. I rolled my eyes and say harshly "I'm not a fucking ticking time bomb. I'm not gonna go off. Stop tip toeing around me."

They look at me and the back at themselves. They sit down next to me and the sound of a door slam is heard. Good.

***

Miles went home, but Charlotte stayed. I got a call later from my parents. They weren't as angry as I expected them to be. Maybe they agreed with me. Charlotte stayed until her mom showed up and she left.

Then I was all alone at home.