Twice Broken

Chapter 1

It was Saturday morning; I woke up to a beautiful sunrise and robins chirping, I inhaled and the smell of homemade biscuits filled my nose. My mom walked into my room wearing a form fitting white dress and pumps. “Good morning my wonderful daughter!” she exclaimed. “Uhh mom are you feeling ok? You look like a stepford wife for crying out loud.” All the sudden her face changed and she looked like she was about to explode. “GIVE ME THE DONUT!!!” “MOM what the FU—“And then I woke up. “Damn”, I thought aloud,” it was just a stupid dream.” Instead I woke up to the noises of my two little brothers fighting over who gets the last donut. I take it my parents aren’t home, another day of babysitting for me. Oh joy.

I got up from my bed, still groggy; I made my way to the kitchen. I took the sprinkle covered donut out of their hands and tore it in half. “There, now both of you get a piece of the donut.” “Thanks Remy” Jason and Sam said in unison. Jason and Sam were twins, unfortunately they were identical. They have dark brown hair and equally dark eyes, which go well with their olive complexion. They are identical in every way, with nothing to set them apart. They are thirteen years old…so their voices sound like they are stuck in between puberty, and every chance I get, I make fun of them for it. I mean it’s only fair since I am four years older! I myself see no resemblance between me and my brothers. I have a fair complexion, green eyes, and unruly, golden brown hair. Not to mention I am only 5’1’’, while everyone else is 5’6’’ or taller.

“Oh hey by the way Rem, I think you’re in trouble...”

“Why would you think that Sam?”

“Oh because mom and dad were fighting and your name came up a few times.”

Oh great, if it isn’t one thing it’s another. It’s not that I’m a bad kid or anything…well it’s exactly the opposite. I’m a straightedge girl, who’s shy and clumsy, and who overthinks everything. So to some it all up, I lead a pretty boring life.

I made sure the house was spotless and the boys were fed by the time the ‘rents got home. If I really was in trouble then maybe doing my chores would soften the blow. As soon as they walked through the door I knew they meant business. “Remy”, my mom said, “sit down, we need to talk.” Both of my parents sat at the kitchen table opposite from me. My mom’s eyes were red like she had been crying, but when I looked at my dad, I shivered, unable to control myself. There was something in my dad’s eyes that scared me. All the sudden my dad broke the eerie silence, “Well let’s not beat around the bush. Remy we’re sending you to live with your Great Aunt Hilda.” “You guys are joking right? Do I even have a Great Aunt Hilda?” Now it was my mom’s turn to speak. “Yes actually you do. She’s my Aunt who lives in Pennsylvania.” “Why would you send me a way?” I whispered. I feel like I’m still dreaming, everything just feels so surreal. When no one answered me I started to panic, “WH--What did I do wrong?! I’m sorry I’ll be a better daughter, just please don’t send me away!” By now I was frantic and crying, both of my parents decided to get up from the table. Before my dad left, he turned to me and said, “You will have all your stuff packed by tomorrow. End of discussion.” And with that he left me sitting on the floor crying and in a daze.

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