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LEILA'S POV

As I walked out of school, my little brother, Charlie, was waiting on one of the three benches that were right outside of the front entrance.

I walked over to him, and luckily he wasn't turned around, so it would be easier for me to sneak up on him.

I quietly tip toed over, and placed my hands gently on each of his shoulders, while saying

"BOO!"

Just then Charlie jumped up, and turned towards me in a karate kid position.

"WHAT THE-"

"Hey, you better not finish that sentence young man!" I pointed at him.

Charlie was an 11 year old brunette little boy. He shouldn't be cursing at his age. Seeing as I'm and 18 year old blonde female, I have every right to curse if needed.

"..FU-dge...."

"Good job!" I smiled.

I walked over to him and put one arm over his shoulder.

"You know, you almost gave me a heart attack?! I could be dead right now!" He rambled on.

"But your not.."

"But I could have been.."

"But your not.."

"ANYWAY," he stated, obviously getting pissed off, "what do you think about us moving in 3 days? I mean, maybe it won't be so bad but-"

"Charlie, there's no point in moving. What, so mom can be further away from dad? We have friends here. We have memories here. Us moving is a selfish thing for mom to do."

He just nodded and agreed.

"But then again, we can make more friends and memories in California, right?" I tried to put him in a better mood.

He nodded, but smiled this time.

Charlie wasn't an average 11 year old boy. He was different. He didn't care about girls or sports or cars or pop culture. He cared about school, but more importantly, art and photography. He cared about education.

"Do you have a lot of homework?" I asked trying to get off the moving topic.

He shook his head, and before we knew it, we were standing at the steps in our soon- to- be ex house.

He both stood there for a moment just looking at the house we grew up in.

I looked down at Charlie, and he was holding back tears.

I hugged him, "don't cry Charlie. We will get a fresh new start." I kneeled down next to him, and turned him to face me. I had to kneel because I am 5'7 and he is 4'6.

"Don't look at all the negatives. Think about all the positives and bonuses. Okay? I'm always here for u Char."

He nodded and began to walk up the stairs.

I rubbed my arm and followed him up the stairs.

I hope I'm right...
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When I entered my home, my dog, Elliot, was in the corner sleeping. We would be able to bring him, because my mom never loved him.

My dad wasn't home (shocker), probably on another "business trip".

I threw my backpack on the ground, and made my way to the kitchen to get a lemonade.

I noticed that Charlie was already in the dining room working on his homework.

While scrolling through Instagram, I noticed that I had gotten a text message through my band's group chat.

Yes I'm in a band.

(Text messages)

Dylan- Yo who else is bummed the fuck out that we're losing our main guitarist in 3 days?!

Holland- Me.. holy shit dude I've been depressed ever since Leila told us a week ago.

Chris- Me too. It's not fair..

Me- I know guys... but it's what my mom think is safe for me and Charlie.

Holland- Yea, but our aim for this year was the rock band music award.. remember? We've been working so hard..

Me- Oh come on.. I bet there are plenty of people fighting over my position..

Dylan- Actually there isn't..

Chris- Yea, we've been holding auditions for 5 days.. and still no luck.

Just as I was about to type something, I heard someone coming down the steps.

Me- Gtg, well talk later.

My mom entered the kitchen.

My mom was basically 5'2, brunette, late 30's looking mother.. my dad was pretty ugly compared to her.. he was bald and fat, and didn't care about anything but football.

To describe me? Well, Im basically wearing leggings, converse or vans, a crop top, flannel, and a temporary choker.

I listen to a lot of Panic! At The Disco.

Too much actually......

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