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I toss a soda in the air, it landing in a perfect arc in Kitty's hand, and them I flop down in a plastic deck chair, you know it's one of those kinds that leaves red marks on your legs when you sit on them for too long in shorts. I open the red Coke can and just as I'm about to take a big sip, my dad comes onto the porch and shouts across the garden to us, I can't here him, but I can tell that dinners ready, "Come on," we both stand up stretching and carrying our soda cans in with us, but the leaving the blue and white deck chairs underneath my aging childhood treehouse. We walk onto my house laughing, but the second we get to the kitchen we st, because there is nothing funny about what is on the silver plate on the kitchen island. It's a pile of last night's hamburger meet, with a pool of some sort of liquid surrounding the bottom of the meat monstrosity that was barely clinging to a bread loaf shape, also known as, "Mom's Out So Here's My Terrible Version of Meat Loaf," so I think my and Kitty were both looking at that, that, thing, when my dad asked the question we had both been hoping for, "Cheese or Pepperoni?"
Kitty flops back onto my bed and I kick the empty Domino's Pizza box off my bed and follow Kitty's lead pushing away the math book, already lying dangerously close to the edge of the bed.
"Ugh, it's to hot to think properly." Kitty doesn't believe in doing anything in any weather.
"Then I hope it doesn't require to much thinking to eat these." I pull out an air lock container filled with pomegranate seeds and mango slices and two bowls with vanilla yogurt with two small spoons.
"Yes, yes yes, yes!!!!!" I shake my head, i know Kitty to well, her favorite thing ever is a picture of Alexander Ludwig doing shirtless push-ups with an adorable Labrador an his back, but her second favorite thing is low fat vanilla yogurt with pomegranate seeds and mango slices. She grabs a bowl and puts about 2/3 of everything in her bowl and starts to mix it up and shovel it in her mouth. I shake my head at Kitty and start on my bowl.
Rose comes in panting hard, I reach over and start scratching her neck, don't be alarmed, Rose is a dog, not my sister, my little sister is Willow and she looks exactly like my parents, brown hair and brown eyes, with a natural tan but I'm the opposite, I have blonde hair with tons of freckles and big blue eyes and long eyelashes. Rose hears my little sister and runs off to great her back from her dancing class, AKA lick the sweat from inside her pointe shoes.
Kitty and I lazily walk down the stairs into the kitchen where I pull out all of the cookie and cake mixes for Kitty to size up and choose from. Once she decided on three chocolate chip cookie packets (and extra chocolate chips, of course) I start to pump Icona Pop from the speakers. As we slip the cookies, and cookie cake, into the oven our all time favorite song comes on, "I don't car I love, I love it,I love it!" We sing for the last time before flopping back onto the big cream couch in the contemporary living room and decide on the movie Frozen, so we can sing, Do You Want to Build a Snowman, as out of tune as humanly possible. When it starts to drizzle we turn around and start to bet the quarters on the low down table in front of us. We are so childish.
My dad walks in the living room when we're still in Anthropology aprons and flour streaked faces. Just as my dad comes in my sister comes downstairs,done with weekend homework. "Can I have a cookie?" We look at each other and the empty cookie pans. "Never mind they're fattening anyway." Sometimes she can be such a pain.
"Girls I have a surprise," I stop glaring at Willow and we both sit up attentively.
"Does this include me Mr. Evergreen?"
"No, Katherine." My dad always calls Kitty by her full name, especially when she nots acting up to her full brain power, but I don't blame her for being excited though, our last surprise was a private jet ride to a secret 1D and Justin Bieber concert on the other side of the world. "Willow, Elle, your mother and I thought it would be fun to have a little surprise trip to... London!" Willow and I gasp in unison and my dad looks pleased with our faces, if there is one place we are taught to get along, it's in public. My mom and dad may have not been around to discipline us at home, but whenever there was a photographer or an event that would put my parents company in the right light, there they were... With their two beautiful well behaved daughters. It was, to say the least, annoying. "And we're leaving tomorrow so pack your things." I'm halfway up the stairs when my dad says this and me and Kitty silently scream, that's one of the things that is great about Kitty, when something great is happening to me, and not her, she's still happy for me, but as Kitty and I are screaming we hear my twerp of a sister saying, "Wait what about school, or dance!? What will I tell Ms Lily? Will she take me out of Pointe? Oh no!" I pretend to hit my head on the wall as she says this, last part, but my dad starts reassuring her, as I start to pack all the clothes I own.
"Bye Kitty, I'll miss you so so so sooo much," and me and Kitty have one last teary embrace as I board the private jet. She steps into. The car her parents were aloud to park on the runway so we wouldn't have to spend to much time apart. My sister pretty much shoves me into the jet. As I start to go towards a really comfy seat by the left window, of course Willow pushes I front of me and she sits down on my chosen seat with her pointe shoes. I glare at her and go to the seat across the isle, where I plug in my headphones and pull out my eye mask...💤💤💤
We pull up to the airport, in what seems like no time at all, and go through security, 45 minutes later we are walking out of the airport, me lagging behind a bit because of all my heavy bags, and the fact that I was trying to turn my phone back on. My mom and dad (or should I say mum and dad), walk ahead with Willow as a united three, no one would know I was their daughter. I stop to turn around because I needed to put my phone back around, but as I do a grungy looking man quickly grabs me, with an arm around my waist and another around my mouth, he's obviously poor, and drunk as far as I can tell, he quickly pulls me outside undetected, and shoves me in the backseat of his car, which is separated from the front with a thick piece of plastic, like the ones in taxi cabs. I try to scream and bang on the windows, but it's no use, he's started to drive, and I'm... kidnapped.
