Sing It For the World

Chapter 17

~Lizlee~

"Mimmy I'm gonna die!" That was the first thing I said the second I stepped into the house. Mimmy was Jason's mom and my aunt who later became my legal guardian.

"I'll kill you!" Jason offered.

"Jason! I told you to stop killing people! Now it's my turn!" Aunt Mimmy retorted. Wow not even a welcome hug. No instead I find out she wants to kill me. See what I live with. Like mother like son.

"Aunt Mims!" I called her Mims when I was serious.

"Sorry, sorry. Okay let me put my serious face on." She turned around and then turned back around wearing a serious expression. Wow she was good!

"Why are you gonna die?" She asked with deep concern this time.

"Cause I'm gonna kill myself. I'm gonna go dig myself a hole and die in it!" I explained. She gave me a glare saying I had to be serious too.

This time I just put my head down in shame. I wanted to cry in shame but didn't or else my glassed would get smudged. Jason walked by and dropped my suitcase on my foot. I yelped and knew he did it on purpose so I wouldn't cry. Smart but still gave him no right!

"Jason! Apologize!" My aunt yelled out the door. Then Jason's sister, my cousin, came out and just flipped me the middle finger before leaving out to the garage! What was that all about?! She's 2 years younger than us but still!

"Did you see that? Denise just flipped me off!" I told Jason who had just finished bringing everything in from the taxi.

"What? Denise doesn't cuss or use vulgar language." He explained.

"Well she didn't! She used vulgar body language!" I said emphasizing 'body'.

"Sure. Sweet innocent little Denise. Let's go with that." He replied sarcastically.

She always did this to me! She would act all innocent in front of her family but she hated me! I don't know why though. Ever since Aunt Mimmy took me in she was like that and she was barely a toddler! No one ever believed me either!

"Come on. Let's get your stuff back to your old room." My aunt told me and we headed to my old room. I walked down the hall and into the very last door into my room. It was the same as I left it. Photographs everywhere! I dropped my stuff and just jumped on my bed. It was really soft and so comfortable! I laid there with my pillows in top of me until Jason came and hit me with the pillows.

"Get up! We need to unpack! It's barely 1 p.m. so you can't say you're tired!" Jason explained. I groaned but got up anyways. As I was walking out in the hall I ended up tripping and breaking my glasses...again.

"How the hell do you trip on a flat surface?!" Jason asked while helping me get up.

"Hey it takes real skills to trip on flat surfaces." I objected.

"Yeah and one you mastered at." He mumbled.

"Hey I wouldn't be the one talking you're the one who tripped while standing still." Aunt Mimmy said while passing us. I started laughing.

"Shut it." Jason replied.

"Hey now they can't say we're not cousins." I noted.

~Angela~

I would of broken in the record room during Thanksgiving Break but my mom made me go to Texas for the holidays. I really didn't want to go but I had no chose. She threatened to take me out of the school if I didn't. We weren't exactly rich. I had to get a scholarship to get into Performing Arts Prep. I never told anyone obviously. They all thought I was rich. I dressed and acted as if I was and that's how I was keeping it.