Here and There

Prologue

I was standing at the foot of my door, watching my older sister being yelled at by our father. She was caught sneaking out, again. Daddy was always very aware of everything going on in our lives. He could sense our feelings and detect when something was wrong. It was 2:30 in the morning and my eyes were half shut.

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Misty, my older sister, was a rebel. She fought for everything she wanted; love, freedom, no curfew... She was fifteen and I was eleven. There was definitely an age difference between the two of us. Misty was more like Mom, my father said, before she left us. A single father with two girls, living in a sandy filled apartments on Daytona Beach with its azure blue skies and crystal clear water.

It was summer at that time when Misty claimed she was free to do what ever she wanted. She spent most of her summer grounded and at the beach, or where ever she sneaked off to. I enjoyed my time "living" at my best friend Georgie's house. She was from Wales, but moved down to Florida when we started the fourth grade. We had sleepovers nearly every night, except when she traveled to Europe for two and a half weeks.

Growing up without a mother made it complicated to enjoy anything. Daddy had given us more than an average amount of restrictions, hanging out with new people was never an option. He had always come up with an excuse to decline my new friends.

Misty had darling auburn hair with natural blond high lights, her green eyes resembled a cat, and her petite figure was very cradled. On the other hand, I had light brown hair with dark blue eyes. My body was tall and lengthy.

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Misty was nearly pulling her hair out screaming at Daddy. Her eyes were furious, filled with rage. Stomping off to her room, my dad had caught me watching the treacherous event, I heard Misty grumbling from the room next door. Daddy waved me a goodnight and slumped to his room across the hall. I stood noiseless in the frame of my door and breathed in, taking everything in.

I didn't want to end up like Misty, I wanted to be my own person. She more the less caged up, bossed around and broke the rules. On the other hand, I wanted to do things without limits. I stayed quiet and thought.

I wanted to be free.