Forgotten

Chapter One
Trixie opened the door to her sister’s old bedroom slowly and carefully, as if a dangerous creature was being held in there. No one had stepped foot in the room for months, not since Iantha left them.

Trixie didn’t know why she was in Iantha’s old room. It was almost empty, just a bed with messed up sheets, a pile of dirty clothes and a desk covered in flasks of chemicals. Somehow she felt drawn to it, as if she didn’t feel so bitter towards her sister.

Iantha had walked away from two loving parents and an innocent little sister. Didn't she care about them? Okay, maybe Trixie had set Iantha up to get her into trouble, and maybe she had wanted her parents to herself, but now she wanted Iantha back. She was lonely, and sorry about what she had done...

No, she wasn’t sorry. It was Iantha’s fault, anyway. If she just stopped inventing like her father told her to she wouldn’t have turned into a platypus, and she wouldn't have run away. It was Iantha's fault, not Trixie's. But why did she feel so guilty?