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CHAPTER THREE

PERFECT STORM
03 | ❝GARDEN OF EDEN❞

DARLA CAME home at 12:52pm to a quiet dark living room, she couldn't believe that leyla wasn't up watching supernatural, she rested her keys down on the key hanger and slipped her shoes off and carried them up the stairs. the living room light suddenly shined through the whole room, her father bucky stood with his arms crossed an angry face.

"what's gotten into you? we're just moving, not like your getting separated from anyone, you won't even know your friends here ten years from now; i don't know why this is such a big deal when it really isn't," bucky said, expressing his hand movements. 

"i don't make friends easily, dad," she said.

"that's what leyla's for,"

"dad, i'm very..anti social, i can't maintain a civilized conversation nor can i develop a friendship even if i tried my hardest," darla replied slowly working her way up the stairs.

"i'm not finished," darla had never seen her father this serious before, "if you would have cooperated we could've maybe made an arrangement, but now your stuck in california," bucky said switching off the lamp, pushing darla out of the way and walking back to their parents' bedroom. she huffed and walked into her bedroom where her sister was sound asleep.

she quietly opened her drawer to pick out some pajamas, she slipped into some sweats and a burgundy v-neck, she offend wore everyday clothes to bed. she slipped under the blankets and checked the time, it was 1:08. darla played relaxing music from her phone and soon fell into a deep slumber.

leyla woke up to the sound of tape meeting a box, it was all coming from downstairs, the time was 6:29am, she was exhausted and she smiled when she saw darla sleeping in her bed. she slipped out of her bed and made her bed nearly as possible and galloped down the stairs, the house was filled with her fathers' friends putting around the house items into boxes.

leyla couldn't believe her eyes, we're actually moving. leyla thought it was a joke, of course she wasn't going to have a tantrum like darla, but she certainly didn't want to move to a new school in the middle of the year, it was wild to her. steve's eyes landed on the still tired leyla.

"hi, honey, we're just boxing up the little things," steve smiled grabbing all the snow-globes from on the top of the chimney, she was stuck in a gaze. she was in disbelief, she had lived in this house for most of her life, she grew up to the person she is today in this house and now she'd have to develop new ones in the home in los angeles.

"i'll make breakfast," she smiled, turning her way into the kitchen. she grabbed the pancake mix and the bacon and eggs from the refrigerator, when leyla cooked it was her own little world. leyla placed a pan on the stove and sprayed pam onto the pan.