The Safe House

1 - BridgePoint

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            “Can you not?” I yell at my devilish brother who sits across from me in the back seat of the car. At the moment, he is trying to take my headphones out of my ears. “Shut up, Ivy.” Mum says calmly.

            I roll my eyes. “You’re kidding me,” I mutter under my breath.

            “What was that, Ivy?” Lachlan says, loud enough to get Mums attention. He leans over the stack of pillows I purposely placed in the middle to put a barrier. “Leave me alone,” I say through gritted teeth.

            “But I have nothing to do. You’re my entertainment!” He announces, humour lining his voice.

            “Lachlan, you’re annoying me now.” Mum says before I could retort with anything else that could get me kicked out of the car.

            “I don’t have anything to do. I thought she could put her music away and talk with me like a sister,” he spits out the word ‘sister’ as if it was poison.

            “Maybe you should have brought some of your own things in the car, and not packed in a box like everything else. Huh?” Mum turns around and raises her eyebrows at Lachlan. “Good idea?” He lowers his eyes and nods. She turns around again and Lachlan glares at me. I stick my tongue out at him. He squints at me and then looks away. I put the headphones back in my ears and look out the window, watching the grassland pass us. The drive from Kapeton to BridgePoint is 5 hours, but it feels like 10. Right now, we were on the highway to our new home. Mum and Dad showed the pictures to Lachlan, but did I get a look? No.

            Dad got promoted to Assistant Manager at the corporate bank he works at. He was a work at home Dad, doing his business through the computer. The bank is in BridgePoint.

            Kapeton was a nice area, and I hated packing up my room to leave, but I’m not going to miss the place. I was – and still am – never a very social person. I didn’t have any friends. I never went out. I sit in my room, reading, writing or drawing, all while listening to music. I don’t have any social media. I’m such a fun 16 year old. I’m not sure how many people listen to the same music as me, but I do know I’m not listening to the mainstream artists: Katy Perry, Justin Bieber, One Direction, et cetera.

            Lachlan, on the other hand, is the complete opposite of me. Literally. He would have to be one of the most well known 17-year-old guy in Kapeton. Girls were crying, begging him to stay, when we were leaving. Some even offered for him to stay in their houses but he took no notice. He puffed out his chest and strutted around, giving a half-hearted – more like no hearted – sorry to each of the girls.

            I searched up BridgePoint on my laptop before we left. Kapeton was an old area, with crumbling houses and worn, cracked roads with one school. BridgePoint is just the opposite with flat, recently tarred roads, freshly painted houses with more than one school in the area.

            Much like Lachlan and I. One broken and in need of something new, the other sparkling.

            Lachlan leans over the pillows again and just stares at me. I sigh silently and turn to him. “Go away, Lachlan.”

            “No,”

            “Yes,”

            “No,”