"So she's playing real life problems. It's not like we've never done that."
"Not at eight years old!"
"Oh, shit, Veronica killed Antonio."
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The Umbrella Academy just wanted to rest, not wanting to come across the Sparrows. The strangest part was...
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Five had hoped that Diana would have grown out of her difficult stage when she reached her teens, but if anything she got worse.
He wasn't sure what her problem was today, but she was storming around the house, and any time Five would take to her, she'd either yell, or start crying.
Now, was a good example to use.
He was trying to get ready for little Grace's party, and Diana was not making it any easier. She had taken to her room, laying curled up under her blankets. Five had tried to get her up so she could get changed, but she kept refusing, and Five was on his wit ends with her.
"Diana Hargreeves, I'm not going to tell you again," Five snapped. "Get up and get changed."
"Fuck off!"
Five felt his arm twitch, and he clenched his jaw. He could handle the attitude, but her using that kind of language at him was another thing.
He walked towards the bed, and yanked her blankets off, grabbing her arm and dragging her up. He bent down slightly so he was eye level with her. "I don't know what your issue is, but you need to get your act together so we can go."
Diana ripped herself away from him, and started looking through her clothes. Five sighed, rubbing his face. "Diana, I'm sorry for being cold with you. I need to work on keeping my temper better, but you also need to work on your attitude."
"Okay, whatever." She mumbled. "I'll work on it."
With another sharp inhale of breath, Five walked away, gathering the rest of his things.
Finally, after about another hour, Five and Diana were on their way. Once they reached the party, Diana was near tears again. Five was almost in tears himself. He didn't know what was wrong with Diana, and he was getting worried and frustrated.
Inside, Diana kept her head down, trying to ignore everyone's yelling and screaming. She stood behind Five, her arms crossed around her, trying to make herself not look so miserable.
"Oh, is that Diana?" The black haired girl looked up, and an actually smile stretched out on her face. "Oh, I think I've missed you the most."
Diana walked forward, and wrapped Luther in a hug. She hadn't seen the big guy in what felt like forever. She reluctantly let go, and shuffled back to Five. She looked around, before her eyes landed on Ben, who had already been staring at her.
"Diana." Ben smiled, his first real smile in almost six years. "You look-you look like you've been living good."
Diana looked her brother over, and then said, "You don't. You look like a homeless man who's been doing drugs for five years."
Lila snorted, and turned away to hide her laugh. Five inhaled sharply, and hissed, "Diana."
