Me Myself And My Brother

Welcome to Beacon Hills

I growl slightly as I see a man dressed in a blue suit carrying a box with the label 'books' on it. The man loads it into a truck that says in big letters 'MOVING TRAILER'. Then I hear a smashing noise and look over to see a man standing over a box that is labeled 'vases'. I begin to march over but Scott, being the big brother he is, grabs my solder and turns me around.

"Hey calm down," he says in a soft and sweet but almost warning tone.

"It's bad enough that we have to move but now those people are breaking mom's vases," I say in an angry and pouting voice.

A man walks past me thru the doorway and turns to Scott and I, "everything is loaded into the truck."

 I lean up against the door frame with my arms crossed.

"Is it all in there in pieces," I ask harshly. 

The man gives me a look like he has no idea what I'm talking about.

Scott turns around and gives me a look that says 'really'. He then turns back around to the man, "what my sister means to say is thank you."

"Wha- that is not what I-"

"Thank you," Scott says thru gritted teeth as he looks back at me. After the man left Scott turns around and glares at me for a moment. "Mara," he says, sighing and looking up at the ceiling, muttering something to himself.

An apologetic look forms on my face, "Sorry, I'm just mad, I don't want to move." 

He hugs me, "it will be ok, everything will be ok."

"Scott; you always say that and look where we are now," I say, hugging him back. I rest my head on his chest and my eyes sting yet no tiers come. I look at the truck, my head still on Scott's chest, and see them leaving. I pull away from the hug, "I guess it's time to go."

"Yeah, I guess," Scott says as he puts a piece of folded paper, that held the key, under the mat. He took one last look at the house. It's not like we're sentimental, we would burn the house down if we weren't making money off selling it, but we did grow up here after all.

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"She will find out one way or another!" I yell back at him.

Scott and I had been arguing for the past hour in the car making the ride to Beacon Hills even worse.

"Well then Melissa can find out herself," Scott argued. 

"When she wines up dead because of us?" I question him, my tone smug but still filled with anger, why can't he just listen to me for once?

"It does not matter what you say, we aren't telling her," He yells back.

 WELL, WHEN SHE ENDS UP DEAD AND WE HAVE TO MOVE ACROSS THE COUNTRY AGAIN THEN YOU CAN PLAY WISE GUY WITH ME, I scream in my head.

"Why can't you just listen to me?" I ask him, my voice tired, worn, yet still holding the annoyance.

"You do know that you can't have an outburst like that at school, If your eyes start glowing the second you get mad at a teacher how do you think we will explain it?"

 Shit, I said that aloud didn't I? I think, not answering him, resting my head on my hand and my elbow on the window seal.

SEEING MELISSA AGAIN

"Hey guy's! Here, let me help you unpack." Melissa says as she walks up to Scott's truck. 

"Hey Melissa," I say as I give her a big hug. 

"We have so much to catch up on and I just want you to feel at home," she says as she smiles. I remember everyone's pitty smiles. The last day I went to school before we left, I remember ever sing pitty smile and whisper. "Hey, isn't that the girl who's dad ran away? Oh poor thing." "Yeah, and her mom's dead too, right?" If only they knew. But, Malissa's smile was different. It was genuine.

I grab my bags out of the bed of the truck. The wind blew my hair around and I couldn't see anything. It also blew around another smell, not belonging to Marissa or Scott. I looked around and at Scott but for some reason he didn't seem fazed by it. I brushed it off and kept walking into the house.

"Ya know Mara, I've always wondered how you're so strong, I can barely carry 2 bags and you can carry 5." Melissa says.

"Um, I have a good trainer?" I say but it comes out like a question.

Melissa laughs, "right, ok." Almost as if she didn't believe me. She terns around and starts walking into the house but stops and terns back around. "Oh and Mara?"

"Yes?" I ask.

"Welcome to Beacon Hills," she says right before she terns around and walks in the house.

Hey pups, I know it's short and really bad but WAIT NO LET ME EXPLA- Who threw that?! Whatever, I like tomatoes. Anyway, this was literally the very first book I ever wrote. It's was back on my old "dead" account and I desiderate to edit and revise it. I know, I know "you should be working on your books Monica!" Well, as far as you're concerned, this is a new book. Plus, while reading over this book I realized it was a book and a half. Anyway, hope you enjoy. Night!" (It's 8:49 in Texas right now and I had a long day)