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Leaving

Packing my suitcase in the car, I watched Jeremey say goodbye to our Mom. He walked back slowly, as if he was pulling on a wire connecting them. After I waved goodbye and blew a kiss to my mom, I hopped in the car and plugged my headphones in, silently saying goodbye to the home I was being abruptly torn from.
Dad, Jeremey, and our little brother, Antonio, got in the car.
Antonio was 12. Ginger, like me, and the most beautiful blue-grey eyes in the world. He was a true miracle. When he was born, he had to be revived 3 times. The reason behind the revivals is Antonio was born with autism. He is small for his age but so incredibly strong. He is non-verbal, but we can understand what he wants because we've taught him a few words so he can communicate what he is trying to say. He is our precious child.
Sitting in the back seat with Antonio, I took out one earphone and asked Jeremey,
"How come you get to sit in the front? You didn't even want to be here in the first place."

"Bell! Don't say that. He is here for certain reasons that are between us and your mom. Not you." My dad quickly replied.

I groaned and put the earphone back in. Jeremey doesn't deserve to sit with Dad. They always fought anyway. Who's to say that won't happen again?

I glared at Jeremey in the passenger's seat. I was taken aback when I caught his dark eyes glaring back at me, like he knew what I was thinking. What if....
If you can hear this, put your window down. I thought. What a stupid test. There's no such thing as mind readers.

Jeremey put his finger on the button for the window, but didn't roll it down. He looked me dead in the eye the entire time.

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Im so sorry this is so short! Its late, Ill do better tomorrow. What do you think so far? Any advice?