Shugo Chara: In America!?

Everything revealed.

Okay, life officially sucks. Who in the worlds could hate moving more than me? Oh, and by me, I mean me. Cookie Angie Brafin. Funny name, I know. Don't laugh, it's not my real name. My real name is Mimiet. Honestly, who could have such dumb parents? Here's how this started:

"I hate you!" wait, back a bit more!

"Cookie! Stella! Come down here." Bob, my dad called. Pause! Stella is my sister. My blonde, blue-eyed, tall, skinny, brave, athletic, cheer team captian, boy magnet older sister who's hair does whatever she want's it to. Compared to her, I'm a mouse. Brown curly hair, hazel eyes that look like cookies with weird flakes (thus the nickname Cookie), meduim height, tan skin, and glasses.

"Coming Daddy!" Stella called, jumping down the stairs. I slid down the bar, flipping and landing on me feet. My sister glared at me. She may be the cheer captian, but that doesn't mean she's more athletic than me. The only reason I'm not a cheer leader is because she will not let me try out. Somehow, my application form keeps getting lost? I wonder why!

"Sit down. It's time for a family meeting." Our mom said. Looking at my parents, it again dawns on me how unalike we are. My parents look like my sister, me being the oddball. Here is yet another reason I'm always upset. My sister absolutely hates me. My father hardly looks at me. My mother is the only one I can turn to, when she's home!

"We're moving." Our father says straight out. "WHAT!" Stella yells "I hate you!" I smile and look at mom. She's looking at my arm. Oh no. Don't bring it up. Don't bring it- "How'd you hurt your arm like that!?" she exclaimed. One answer, my father. He hit me, again. "Don't know. Why are we moving?" I say, trying to change the topic. "I found a job in Nevada. It pays alot more then now." my father explains. Looking at my mom, she is fiddling with her wedding ring. Of course. The one thing keeping her bound to my father, marriage. She doesn't like him one bit, but she couldn't stop it. It had been an arranged marriage. Now, my father is a drunk idiot who spends all of our mothers hard work money on beer and poker. "Also, my job will allow me to transfer to the bank there." she said after a short pause. "I will not pack, I will not leave." Stella said. Of course not!  "Stella, don't argue!" Her dad yelled. Imideatly, I took a step back. He wasn't sober, and I could tell.

Stella eyed me warily now. The only thing we shared was our fear. Honestly, I want to be stronger sometimes. I want to be able to protect those around me. "There are boxes in the basement." My mom's soft voice sliced my fear, "Go grab some, but please, girls, get to work." I smiled and nodded at the same time as Stella. "Got it!" I said, and left as fast as i could. Once in the basement, I grabbed a couple boxes. I'd have to work hard and hurry with packing. I need to get out of the house soon.

I ran up to my room. White walls, small bed, tiny closet, one small dresser and a desk. I set down my boxes and looked around. I sighed and went into my closet, and instead on taking down clothes, I slid a extra box out. I put it into a box, then started on my clothes. My bow & arrows were in there, along with my song journal. If father ever found them, he'd burn them. I never had a chance to pratice, so I wasn't very good.

Thats when I heard the yelling, then the scream of Stella. I snatched my phone and ran down the stairs. My sister was on the ground, moving away from our father who held a stick. "Leave her alone!" my mom kept saying, he turned and hit her with the stick instead of Stella. I imideatly recorded it, then caleld the police.He turned and looked at me. I knew what was going to happen in a matter of seconds, or so I thought. I shouted the adress into the phone, then shut it. He came towards me, and raised the stick over his head. Right before he swung it down, he said, "We should never of adopted you!!" then, swung. Instead of the pain I should've felt, I heard him grunt. My mom had flipped him over! "Don't ask!" she hissed as I opened my mouth. "Out the door girls, now!" she said, shooing us out, and closing the door behind her. We waited on the front steps, and my mind raced.

Adopted? I was adopted? How is that possible? I mean, it's possible. Sure, It shouldn't be shocking. Honestly, I should've known. I'm so diffrent from them. That just leaves one question. Who am I?