As I walk inside with Shyanne, I look around to see stairs leading to a second, and maybe even third, floor. "You'll be staying on the fourth floor, when you are here," Sophie said while looking me up and down with disgust. "When I'm here," I echo, sounding slightly dumber than intended, shocked at what she was implying. "We've already endured a bunch of criticism from people about you coming here, we don't need you moping about, embarrassing us," she says scowling. "Honey, don't be rude," Uncle Charlie says while looking at me sympathetically. "It's fine," I sigh, so this is how it's going to be for the next six years.
I sigh as I finally get to the fourth floor, as instructed. I hold my breath and open the door.
"Wow," I say under my breath, this is not at all what I was expecting. The room was painted a shade of pastel mint, so light it was almost white. The walls had little butterfly stickers everywhere, honestly do they actually know me? As I walk in further into what I thought was a room, turned out to be an entirely different apartment. "Do they even own this," I say, mostly to myself, but to my surprise a girl about my age poked her head out of a room I didn't notice, I jumped back, surprised, felt a sharp pain in the back of my head, and everything went black.
I wake up to more pain, but this time, it was in my face. My cheeks to be more exact, "OW, stop," I yell at her. "you wouldn't wake up, I got worried, so I slapped you, it seemed like the only option available," she said, sounding very apologetic. "It's fine, just get off of my stomach," I groaned.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Sorry for the VERY short update, I promise longer ones are on the way!
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The Loss
Teen FictionA normal preteen who has F.B.I. agents as parents has a family reunion... Little did she know that her world was about to change as soon as she stepped out of the door.
