ButterflyMoth

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 (short!)

There is nothing more tragic than a girl being dragged out of her bed at 5 a.m. in the morning, especially for Amara, who had been dreading it for the past few months. as she was rudely awoken by her mother by her just simply screaming in her ear (like that was a proper way to wake anybody up). Amara slumped, stretching her body to shake off the fictitious sleep she had gotten. There was some weird, mysterious thing about moving that Amara didn't quite like. I mean if you move and your life ends up being a disaster, Well, that just stinks.

Her family's panic and hurriness could be heard in the background, but she had no mind to it as this was normal. Then her twin sister Alara bursts into the room like she was collecting her monthly pay check (a daily occurrence, may I add). She stands there, crossing her arms with her flip-flops, cropped shirt, and extremely tight jeans.

"Mom said if you forgot to pack any of our stuff, you'll be grounded," the sister says in a taunting tone, reminding her of what she would become if she hadn't done a simple task. Amara rolls her eyes and forcefully throws her belongings extra hard at her. They all soon get into the run-down van, driving off at the peak of sunrise, their parents reminding them of the "fun" adventure they would have going to Wyoming. But Amara was skeptical. I mean, wow, even the word alone made her want to kill herself. There couldn't possibly be any fun in Wyoming, right?

especially not when the "fun" they were having would be at a very abhorant family event.