Allie Calvin is the oldest and only daughter of Scott Calvin. She was 15 when her father puts on the suit. Allie Calvin is nothing like her brother. She doesn't believe in Santa, she doesn't believe in magic, and she doesn't believe in elves. Allie...
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Charlie kneeled behind a pile of snow, his breath fogging up in front of his face.
He felt as if his heart were heavy, and despite knowing what he was doing was wrong, he whispered, "Okay, ready? Go!"
They threw snowballs at Newman's window's, and Charlie felt a memory resurface.
"But, Allie, that's mean." a seven year old Charlie was saying.
Allie, who was fourteen at the time, rolled her eyes. "What's it matter, Charlie? She's a jerk. She-She has no soul. You'll understand when you're in high school."
Charlie, who saw the good in everyone, only tilted his head. He had seen Allie's principal, and looked nice. She didn't look like the monster Allie always claimed she was. Also, Allie had never had a problem with her. The blonde girl had always seemed to avoid trouble, so Charlie was very confused as to why Allie was doing this.
He watched with big eyes as his sister slipped outside, running off with her friends as they made a plan for later that night.
The Calvin boy shook his head, shaking any thought of his sister out of his head. He looked, and his heart jumped. "Here she comes, duck down!"
Th door opened, and Charlie's stomach dropped at the voice. "Hey! Attention you hooligans behind that snowbank! You have snowballed the wrong house. I want you to drop the snowballs, kick them away from the snowsuits and keep the mittens where I can see them."
From beside him, Danielle asked, "Your dad is hanging with Principal Newman? Is he dating her?"
"No." Charlie snapped.
His Dad continued talking, and Charlie could feel betrayal simmering in his gut. He felt his cheeks turning red, tears of anger welling up in his eye, and when his friend said, "That is really gross, man." Charlie felt himself getting ready to snap.
"Shut up." He sneered.
He chucked a snowball at his friend, the boy only laughing at Charlie's pissed off face. He clenched his jaw, and when he heard the door click shut, his heard clenched again, and he stood up, storming off.
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Charlie had always prided himself as not being emotional just like Allie.
Allie never cried, so he didn't either. Allie didn't show much emotion, so he didn't either. Allie was always well put together, so he was too.
But all of that came crashing down
"How could you pick her!" Charlie said, his voice coming out in a whine, much like it did when he was younger.
"I didn't pick her."
"You don't care anymore."
Scott stood up quickly. "Trust me. I care more about you than anybody else. But it's a two-way street. What am I supposed to do if you won't confide in me."
