Sarah walked a few steps behind her father, noticing the greying of his silk black hair. It started heavily at his temples and peppered along the sides to the back. Thomas was tall and slender, much like her own build. It was bizarre and comforting to be in his presence again. To see the age affecting him and her long past memories. Sarah felt insecure and shy.
Once they arrived at the entrance of the dining room, Sarah faltered. Looking up to the table she spotted her brother and she paused. There sat Tyler who was looking right back at her. He watched her silently and with an unreadable face. It wasn’t seeing him that made her pause, but the blur flicking white box of light that blocked a portion of his face.
"Ah, you must be Sarah! I've heard so much about you. Your father has told me so much about you over the years. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. Did you just come in?"
The sweet soft voice of the woman sitting on the other side of the table pulled her attention away. Sarah made eye contact with the woman she assumed was her stepmother. Already she pushed away from the table to stand and greet her.
Dread swelled within Sarah as the lady walked around the table towards her. Was it too late to turn around now and flee? Before she could react, Thomas placed a strong arm around her shoulder, pulling her in close. Sarah had no escape route left.
"No mother, she came several hours ago," Tyler spoke with an indifferent tone, neither interested nor bored of the conversation. The small white light was no longer there while he continued to stare at her. Sarah caught a glint of intrigued interest in his eye, despite his aloof act.
Sudden pressure to speak began to build up in Sarah. Should she introduce herself back? Say something nice about their home? It seemed silly to compliment the house since it was Sarah’s first before she married her father, but Sarah was at a loss for conversation.
Thomas chuckled with a dazzling smile. "I found her asleep in the library. I may have told you before that it was her favorite place to spend hours when she was a child. Old habits die hard, hey?"
With an intentional push forward, he stood behind Sarah with his hands in his pockets. Sarah stumbled forward, stopping to catch herself. With an awkward smile, she cleared her throat. Being the centre of attention or being held on display was never her forte. Clasping her hands together, she gave a small nod. "It's nice to meet you, Miss."
"Oh please, just call me Jane. We’re family after all! Come, come sit next to me! I would love to get to know you more."
Politely taking her offer, Sarah allowed herself to be ushered to the seat. It was strange to be so far from her father at the table and even harder to not scowl at Tyler. He avoided eye contact, focusing all of his attention on his mother while their father rang the bell to be served. Two ladies came in, bringing plates with food. They severed the family quickly and silently. Sarah was unsure if she should thank them, looking about the others to mimic their reactions. None of them seemed to even acknowledge the servant's presence. Jane turned in her seat, facing Sarah excitedly.
"Sarah, I heard that you are in the same school as Tyler now. How have you been fairing?"
Placing her hands in her lap, Sarah only turned her head to face her stepmother. "No different than the previous school, although I do have more spare time."
"Do you find the module classes challenging?"
Sarah fought a frown. Jane knew a lot more than she realized about her school life. Glancing over at Tyler, she responded.
"I find it all the same..." A flash of dull light blinked in front of Tyler. Narrowing her eyes, Sarah could have sworn she saw something like a computer screen floating in front of Tyler. "The subject content could be flushed to flow a little easier, but overall it's decent. "
"It must be a breeze then since you always did better solo than in class. When she was a little girl, she was diligent in her studies. Always the top of her class."
Sarah blushed from her father’s compliment. This was news to her! "I wouldn't go that far, dad."
Turning back to face Jane, Sarah continued. "Although each subject is? simple, I don't always agree with how the program is run. There aren’t enough students following school policies and we tend to have too much freedom. Sadly even I tend to get caught up in it as well."
Jane gave a hearty laugh. "So I've heard. Tyler told us he sees you in the school library reading often. I guess it all makes sense now. I never really believed it until today that you very well could spend your entire life in a library and be content."
Sarah shuffled with unsettled nerves. Tyler spoke about her? This was shocking considering they never spoke a word together until today. Before she could speak, Tyler added to the conversation. "Sometimes I even scold her for falling asleep there. I should have known she would have gone to the library here. Did you use to live here at some point, Sarah?"
"Oh that's right," Thomas picked up his fork and knife to begin digging into his meal, "Sarah grew up here. Her mother and I bought this house when we were young, just married. Up until her mother and I divorced, she ran through these halls well before you came along."
Sarah sat quiet, listening for more to follow but it didn't. She wished her father would divulge more, the only memories she had were fragments. The first whole memory she knew was when she started living in the small two-bedroom house.
This was not the only memory gap Sarah was aware of. Unable to recall what age she was when her parents separated or why she didn't have the choice to stay behind bothered her the most. Reaching for the cup of tea that was poured for her, she took a deep sip. One day she would try to gain the courage to ask him personally, for now, it was best to leave it be.
Instead, Sarah curiously watched Tyler from behind the brim of her teacup. Talking about her past with her father was one thing, but her brother on the other hand. Why did Tyler lie? If he wanted to get to know her, why didn't he make an effort? It was a redundant question since Sarah could argue the same herself. When would they have been able to approach each other at school because he was a Hopper? Scalers and Hoppers never mingle.
The flow of conversation continued while they ate. The abundance of food was more than Sarah could manage, yet she ate all she could to not appear ungrateful. Jane asked several questions regarding her schooling, current hobbies, and interests. Without being disrespectful, Sarah did her best to answer each question fully instead of short curt answers. It was beyond exhausting work to maintain this amount of effort.
Thankfully the questions slowed down, and she could lean back into her chair content and full. Sarah looked at her watch, realizing how late it was. Thomas caught her glance and spoke up. "Ah, if you are worried about the time, why not stay the night? Jane can help you with nightwear and I can drive you home in the morning. It would be nice to enjoy breakfast with you. I‘m sure your mother wouldn’t mind either since she is working late. It would give her some comfort knowing you weren’t alone."
Sarah forced a smile, fighting with all her might to smile. It was a nice gesture, but all she wanted to do was be alone in her house. With one look at his puppy-eyed excitement, it was hard to say no. Sarah couldn't bear to disappoint him. "That sounds lovely. Thank you, dad."
Now how was she going to excuse herself to leave? Sarah was not one to socialize this long and now had no excuse to leave. Just then, Tyler cleared his throat pushing back on the chair away from the table, wiping his lips before standing. "Father, would you please excuse us? It would be nice to have a chance to chat with Sarah since we don't get to spend much time at school. Different schedules and all."
"Certainly! You too go catch up. If you need anything, we will be in the study."
Sarah felt a wave of relief wash over her. At least she wouldn't mind speaking privately with him. It was better than being constantly interrogated by Jane. Eagerly pushing from the table to follow Tyler, Sarah gave Jane a semi-bow. "It was very lovely to meet you."
She didn't need to wait long for Tyler’s brisk walk around the table. Together they turned to head out the door. Tyler's pace was even and unhurried while they took the stairs toward the bedrooms. Sarah felt a new type of worry as they turned down the hall in silence.
Although they had never spoken, Sarah was nervous to break that wall. Once they reached his room, he waited for her to enter before shutting the door quickly. Sarah stood in the middle when he began.
"I know what I said at the table was a lie. I wanted to get that out before we say anything else. The fact is, you and I probably will never be close while we attend the academy. With you being in the module classes, it would be problematic. My parents wouldn't understand as we do. So please, for their sake, let's continue this farce. Father was so happy when he found out you were attending and well, I couldn't break his heart."
Sarah crossed her arms, listening intently. Everything he said made sense. In order to make their father happy, they would have to play this up. With how terrible the school's feud was, Sarah understood why she may never have a good relationship with Tyler. Even if he was her half-brother. Sarah rolled her tongue in her mouth. There were still a few pieces of information she was missing that she hoped maybe he could fill in.
"I believe you. However, that doesn't explain how you knew so much already. How did you know about me sleeping in the library?"
Tyler shuffled a bit at the question. "I may not be able to approach you at school, but I did want to get to know you. This may be a little lame, but I grew up knowing I had a half-sister that I could never meet. I didn't know much about you and I always saw your picture in the hall. You may have seen it on the way to the study. Father doesn't talk much about it either, so any time you did come up, it left me curious. Coming from a man who talks about everything passionately, why didn't he say much about you? It wasn't until I saw you in school one day that I told him. He was so thrilled and excited that he always ask me about you."
Sarah nodded with a small smile. "So you would check up on me when you could."
The sentiment was adorable. A little brother who wanted to know about his sister in secret. Maybe they would be able to develop a kinship now that she could come to visit at the house any time. It was comforting to learn. Sarah relaxed visibly, turning to sit on his bed.
"Well, I always wished to speak with you but I didn't know how to approach you either. You may have noticed I don't really socialize well and don't have many friends."
Tyler smirked, joining in beside her. "That's ok. I am surprised though, you don't seem like a Scaler to me. You have the ideals of a Hopper. Would you consider joining the classes instead of staying in modules?"
Sarah scoffed. "And lose the ability to sleep in the library? No way. Not going to lie, it's absolutely perfect. And as long as I keep my grades up, it will stay that way."
Leaning back into the bed, Sarah crossed her arms under her head. It was nice to finally lay down and close her eyes. The day was extinguishing.
"So what do you usually do when you come home? Do you read in the library as well?"
Tyler chuckled. "No, I‘m not one to read leisurely. This may be a bit of a surprise to you, but I play video games. Are you interested in any?"
"Video games?" Sarah propped herself up to stare at Tyler in disbelief. It was a bit of a surprise indeed. "What is with everyone in our school being so obsessed with games?"
"So your not interested at all?"
"No, not at all. I see no appeal to it."
Tyler was stunned. Brushing his neat hair back, he was a bit speechless. Was it that big of a deal to him? Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Is that really so surprising to you?"
With a nod, Tyler pushed up off the bed. "Yeah, a little. I just... never mind. It was a silly thought."
He walked over to his desk where his laptop sat. Waking it up, he lifted it with one hand and walked back over to her, sitting on the floor. "I know you are tired so you can rest here. If you feel like talking then just ask. I could tell you were dozing off during dinner. Don't feel inclined to force yourself for my sake. There will be plenty of time for us to catch up. That's if, you want to come back here again. "
Sarah adjusted herself to look over his shoulder, propping her head up with her arm. "I appreciate that. What will you do in the meantime?"
Tyler loaded up a game on his screen, already typing away with commands. "I need to do a little bit of skilling for a mission I am on."
Within the silence of Tyler's typing, Sarah watched with heavy eyes. If that was what he wanted to do, then she wasn't going to stop him. It was nice to have a bit of comfortable silence. Before Sarah could close her eyes and rest, a small buzzing alerted her. Opening her eyes wide, she saw the fuzzy blur of a screen once more. It was distorted and faint with different symbols that shuffled into new ones quickly in repetition.
Sarah sat up to watch. There was no way this was a trick of her eyes. Squinting hard, she tried to focus on what it was. With a fizzle, the screen dissipated once more. To have seen such a screen in front of him twice in one night? This was no coincidence. With piqued interest, Sarah decided to intently watch over his shoulder.