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"Dad! Its impossible. You can't fit an ENTIRE WARDROBE IN ONE TINY SUITCASE!"

"Then how come I was able to fit your brother's clothes AND my clothes in JUST ONE?!"

I huffed a huge puff of air and rolled my eyes.

"I don't know. Maybe we can ask a psychic to read your bald head as a crystal ball for an answer!"

I ran into my room and slammed the door as hard as I could.
One suitcase. I thought bitterly. Yeah, because that's possible.
I went over to the mirror to look at my hair. I'm a ginger with really curly locks. Whenever I get angry or frazzled my hair puffs up like a cloud and the orange-brown color around my pupil gets larger.
I stared at my stomach. Im not fat, but im not skinny either. I flicked it. "Get off." I told it. "You suck and I want you gone." I glared at it harder as if it would magically make a difference.
Looking around my room, a wave a panic washed over me.

"DAD!! WHEN DO WE LEAVE?" I shouted.

"I DONT KNOW BELL. WHY DONT YOU CALL A GIPSY TO READ THE ANSWER OFF MY HEAD."

"A phychic." I muttered to myself.

"Learn the difference!" I shouted to the emptyness.

I walked back to the bed where my suitcase was. Grabbing a random shirt, I crumbled it and threw it in.

"We leave in an hour."

Jeremey.

Turning around I say to my older brother,

"So you decided to show up. What do you mean 'we'?"

Jeremey was 17, two years older than me. Brown hair and dark eyes, like my dad, his demeanor would make a professional wresler run and hide.

"I thought you were staying with mom." I said coldly.

"So did I. I wasn't aware her boyfriend was going to be, 'accompanying' us."

Anybody could tell his words were resentful and ill-natured. Our mom's boyfriend, Roger, was a nasty guy. He's an angel around 'his little Cynthia,' (our mom) but when it came to the kids he became a devil in disguise.

"Well I'm sure Dads estatic he's your second choice." I turned around and contuied stuffing clothes in my little golden suitcase.

"Please Arabella. You know why I needed to stay with Mom. I thought she was going to be alone. No one should be abandoned." He looked away.

"Ok Mr. Deep. Good to know that there really is a heart inside the frozen exterior." I hissed. "And you know not to call me that. Go far away." I waved my hand to shoo him away.

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