Whispers: Part 3

By TANIA ROXBOROGH

Skye sat down at the kitchen table with the rest of the family. Her older brothers were gobbling down their toast and baked beans, both dressed in their rugby uniforms, hair unbrushed and frowning at the world. They were just like their father - not only did they have his thick black hair but he hated getting up in the morning as well. Skye looked more like her mother with her fine blonde hair and blue eyes. Mum had already been out in the garden.

"Aren't you supposed to be down at the netball courts by nine?" she asked.

"Yup," Skye answered, swallowing a mouthful of cereal.

"My game's at nine-fifteen," Skye's elder brother, Andrew, added. "Robyn's starts at nine. So Dad will have to drop me off first." Skye eyeballed her brother. "Dad..." he wailed. "Coach said we weren't to be late."