Phillipa Phillipa: A Secret Revealed

By Djihane Abdiche

Megan ran up to me and I saw her face in front of mine. Her lips were bleeding and she had a bruise covering her eye and her nose. She smiled at me. She was hurt. Physically but also mentally. The sudden silence said more than any words could have said, and I had realised what I was missing all that time. 17 years old, class clown and about 3 tons of makeup, Phillipa just can't love anyone as much as she loves herself. But when her 12 year old sister Megan commits suicide, Phillipa finds out a secret. A secret that should never have been made...

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Mar 4, 2011
• ISBN: 9781456775247

Djihane Abdiche

Since she was about 8, Djihane Abdiche, born in 1995, loved reading and writing. She would read book after book and as time passed, Djihane would continue to write not only stories, but also poems. She became confident in them and her family and friends had assured her that publishing them would be something she wouldn't regret. Currently, she lives in London, England and is a student at a high school there.

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Phillipa Phillipa

Djihane Abdiche

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"Phillipa, Phillipa! A familiar voice whispered my name desperately. It was a little girl’s voice, impatient. Phillipa, help me!"

I tried to see light, but light didn’t want to come. All I was seeing was darkness. I tried to find Megan’s face; my eyes scanned the room, even though it was still dark. But a sudden light flashed on, and I woke up, breathing heavily.

Megan sighed and stared at me, her eyes wide and innocent. I knew what that meant.

Phillipa, help me! Mum and Dad will wake up soon! she whispered.

"Megan, why, why, why? You’re twelve now; you shouldn’t be wetting your bed!" I was frustrated, mostly because I had to clean it all up and keep Mum and Dad from noticing, while all she had to do was watch.

Megan was frightened. She spoke in a small voice. What’s wrong? Are you angry at me?

I glared at her. Lack of sleep can do very weird things to me, Megan. I finished off putting on the spare bed sheet and snuck downstairs to put the dirty one in the washing machine. I looked at the clock; it said four o’clock in the morning. I tiptoed back to our room without awakening anyone else and found Megan under her covers, in her normal sleeping position. But as I looked carefully, I saw that her cover was jumping. She was crying.

She was only twelve, and I guessed I had frightened her with my harsh words. I slowly went and sat at the edge of her bed. Are you upset about what I said to you?

Mmm, was her only reply, and she sat up straight, wiping her red eyes.

I’m sorry, Megan. I didn’t mean to.

It’s all right.

But it seemed as if something else was still bothering her. The shine wasn’t in her usually bright emerald eyes. I looked at her, longing for her to really forgive me, but she just stared at the wall, eyes red, and tears flowed again.

Look, Megan, I’ll do anything; just forgive me properly …

She looked guilty then. Phillipa, it’s not because of you that I’m crying. And before I could ask more, she was under her covers, fast asleep.

It was eight in the morning when I woke up. It was our first day back at school, my first day in sixth form school. I wondered whether my old secondary school friends would be there. A girl called Tanya, from my class, had said she was coming to my school – but she wasn’t exactly what I called a friend. She was a nerd, and I couldn’t hang around with