✰𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃✰ ||Tom Kaulitz

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6 YEARS LATER

||OPHELIA J.||

September 9, 2006

The sound of my pink bedazzled radio blasted through my room. Cheri Cheri Lady by Modern Talking could be heard all throughout the house and possibly throughout the whole neighborhood.

I was sitting on my bed, carefully painting my nails with my left hand. I have naturally shaky hands, so that isn't really helping the situation.

My tongue was slightly sticking out of my mouth to better concentrate on making my nails look perfect and not fucking them up, though i'm pretty sure it wasn't doing anything at all.

I was finishing up my last nail,when out of no where, my door bursts open causing me to horribly smudge pink nail polish all over my finger.

Looking up from the terrible damage with a mixture of schock and horror painting my face. I see my little sister, Dakota, in my doorway with her hand still on the door knob and her other hand on her hip with a starring at me with a stale face. "What the hell do you want!?" I say looking at her like she's has lost her mind.
Her just standing there staring at me and not feeling even an ounce of guilt about what she did is starting to irritate me. "Mom and Dad said it's time to eat and we know your fat ass would like to eat first so come on." She says before walking away and leaving my door open.

I let out a loud groan before aggressively getting up off of my bed and making my way downstairs, not forgetting to turn off my radio.

As I made my way into the kitchen, I seen my parents and sister already in there chatting it up. "Mother, can you please tell kota to stop barging into my room like an imbecile?! Look what she made me do to my finger!" I lift my hand to show my mom the damaged that my brat of a sister has caused. "Dakota, please knock before opening your sisters door so she can stop harassing me about it." My mother says while grabbing her plate of food and taking it to the dining room table. "Harassing!?" I offendedly say. "Yes, harassing." "Father, do you think I harass mom?" I say now looking at my father. "Do not bring me into your shananigins." He says, following my mother. I look at the both of them in disbelief before grabbing my plate and following them to the dining room in defeat.

I sat down at the table with the rest of my family and began to eat the Chicken Alfredo my mom made.

Dinner always consisted of me and my sister bickering back and forth and having our mother tell us to knock it off while our father sat and ate his food in peace like nothing was happening. After our mother regularely threatened us to stop arguing, it was silent for a while until our mother decided to speak up, "So, girls, your father and I have some good news and some bads news. Which one would you like to hear first?" My mother says. "Bad news first." I say not looking up from my food. "Okaay...well the bad news is that we are moving...in a few weeks." She says the last part slowly.

Me and my sister stopped chewing, our eyes buldging out of our heads. It went silent for a few seconds before Dakota spoke up, "WHAT!? WHY!? WHERE!?" She exclaims, standing up from her seat. "Hold on! Before you say anything else, you havent heard the good news yet." She nudges our father in the arm, signaling for him to speak, "Hm? Oh, yeah, we're going back to Germany." He calmly states while looking up and before going back to eating his food.