| Chapter 2 - April. Sam collapsed on the sofa; a roast was browning in the oven and the smell floated through the living room. He grabbed the remote and the television flickered to life. He hopped through a few channels before he found a movie he liked the look of. *Ding-dong* Sam jumped to his feet and adjusted his rumpled t-shirt. He walked to the hall where he met his mum. "Be good." She whispered. Sam winked at her. Robin opened the door. "John! Hi, come in." A stout, not overweight but chunky man strolled through the door, "Ahh, Robin, thank you for the invite." His voice was posh and English. "This is April, my daughter." Sam craned his neck to see the girl and gasped. A tall, five foot 6 ish girl strolled through the door and looked around, she had a mane of black shiny layered hair which hung neatly below her shoulders. She glanced at him and he was pierced with two blue eyes lined with black eyeliner. Her lips were deep purple and her skin was pale. Sam checked out her clothes; baggy torn jeans, a crucifix dangled from her neck and a black top with net baggy arms. Sam tried to read what was written on the shirt. "John, April, this is my son Sam." Sam snapped back into reality as John shook his hand. He stuck a hand out to April, who raised an eyebrow at him before turning to her dad, "How long is this really going to take? Cos I've got Tina's party to go to." John turned to his daughter, "April, we've talked about this. Set a good example or you're not going to Tahoe this winter." April scowled at him before folding her arms across her chest and glancing at Sam. Robin smiled, "Dinner is ready if you want to come through." She held the door for April, John and Sam. Sam heard her whisper in his ear, "That's what you were like. I see it in her eyes." Sam glanced back at his mum and smiled. "Hopefully there's help for her then." He wandered to his seat opposite April. "So April, what school do you go to?" April gazed up, "Daddy here packs me off to St Elaine's Boarding School for Girls nine months of the year." Robin placed the roast chicken on the table. John rubbed his hands, "Delicious Robin." Sam nodded in agreement, April huffed, "I'm vegetarian." John dropped his knife, "No you're not." April argued, "I think I'd know." John scowled, |