Ava's P.O.V.
I stared in shock. It can't be, there's no way that on our way out of a ditch we fell into another. There's no way. Then I gasp. My flowers, my poor beautiful flowers, they're all gone! My roses, my lilies, my petunias, every little plant that I grew from the seeds were wilting. Dead. I knew who to blame too. I walked up to them, inspecting closely. One thing I audimatically knew was that rather than just dying they had been burned. Set on fire. An act of revenge most likely. Just one more reason for me to fill myself with hate.
"Ava, take a deep breath." I hear Carson try to calm me. It wasn't working. "Come on Ava, calm down before you hurt someone." That was enough to push me over the edge. I inhaled loudly, and pushed myself to the door. The doorknob was locked. No one lives here anymore and the freaking door is locked. I feel a hand on my shoulder, I don't know who's, but I shrug it off. When a perfect opportunity comes along to let out my anger I take it. No questions asked. I ready my stance, one foot forward, one back. Screw the "proper" ways to knock down a door. I'm doing this my way.
I reel back my arm, and with a snap it flies forward. My fist makes the first crack in the wooden panels. I hear a gasp. "Ava stop!" I think it's Carson who shouts, but I'm too angry to care. I swing my fist forward a second time. The first panel flies out. "Aves you have to stop." A quiet voice who I know to be Lottie's tries to calm me. She's the only one that's allowed to call me Aves now. I punch the door again, another panel breaks. "Ava," someone steps in front of me. Carson, "you have to stop this. It's not right. You can't bottle it up okay? We're all here to listen. No matter what. Okay?" I shrug. It doesn't matter anymore, I've been bottled up too long. I feel a hand on my shoulder.
"Let me see your hand." I protest, especially after seeing that it's Chase.
"Get off of me!" I flinch at the contact. I guess I've gotten claustrophobic over the years. And if you think you can so much as give me a high five without me putting up my hand and saying, 'High five!' then forget even trying to maintain contact with me. Sorry bud, it's not gonna happen.
He puts his hands up in the universal 'I surrender' motion, and backs away.
"Charlotte," she turns to me. Knowing that by the fact I used her full name that I was extremley angry, "you go first."
She nods and turns towards the door, well what used to be the door. She ducks inside with Chase on her heels. Carson looks at me. "Do you want to talk?" uncomfort of the situation was evident in his voice, so I just shake my head. I can't physically talk. When he continues to stay rooted to the spot I point to the door. He thankfully gets what I'm trying to get across. He ducks inside. I take one last deep breath, and climb inside the door.
Everyone is standing in a huddle, looking around the room. All of a sudden I hear a rattle. A metalic sound coming from what used to be the kitchen. There's a clatter, and then a shape charges at us. Pot in hand, he reaches Lottie first. As he brings the pot downwards, she grabs his wrist, stopping him from stricking. I almost crack a smile due to the fact that she was inspecting her nails while doing this. Then, she turns to look up at him. I do the same. A rather attractive, tall, tan skinned boy, with dark hair, and melted chocolate eyes stares at Lottie.
"It's you." he mutters. Before I have time to lift an eyebrow in confusion, he drops the pan, wraps his arms around Lottie, and kisses her. Oh crap. She's gonna kill him. Some boy she never met just stole her first kiss. I eagerly wait for her to punch him as she lifts her arm, but to everyone's surprise she wraps it around his neck. Some random boy is kissing Lottie. And she's kissing him back.
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Dreaming Big
HumorDoes military school mean anything to you? How bout wanted nationally? Well I'm Ava, and let me just tell you, my sister Lottie and I do. And it all goes downhill from there. With the help of two incredibly good looking guys of course.
