Appreciate the small positives

1.

Six words.

It only took six words to change everything.

"I'm sorry. You have to go."

Mark, my twin brother, and I, were suddenly being escorted out of our home. In an emergency, all my mom could think of is to ship us to boarding school.

"Somewhere safe." She said.

Our father, a well known businessman, had been shot. He's in critical condition and me and my brother are being shipped off to boarding school. Apparently we needed to be in a safe place and Hudson Rich is a school for the Elites.

Mark and I are currently on a plane. The minute my mom found out that the shooter hasn't been arrested yet, she made calls to the most elite schools across the world and finally landed on Hudson Rich. She payed good money to make sure that the school is safe and secured and all the students are to sign a contract to seal the news that we're in Hudson Rich.

I know. It sounds extra. But when the shooter of your own father is still on the loose, you have to take extreme measures to safety.

A flight attendant suddenly walks up to us, "Mr. And Ms. Obenauff, the plane will be landing shortly." She says. My brother nodded to dismiss her and then looked at me.

"You excited, AJ?" He asked and I shrugged. "Excited about what?"

"Excited for the new school?" He asked and I shook my head. "I could care less, Mark. I'm thinking about Dad." I told him and he rolls his eyes. "I'm thinking about him too. In fact, I've been thinking about him so much, it's driving me absolutely insane so I'm trying to make conversation with my oh so dear sister in hopes to distract myself from the thought that right now, our father is hooked up to a million wires and to a machine that is breathing for him."

I looked at Mark and saw him looking out the window. His eyes are filled with pain and it looks like he's barely holding it together. Suddenly I was filled with guilt.

"I hope I don't get a roommate." I tell him. He looks away from the window and looks at me, confusion written all over his face.

"What?" He asked.

"I hope I don't get a roommate. It'll suck if we'll have to share a room with strangers." I told him and a smirk appears on his face which made me sigh of relief. Mark is my twin brother and if he's in pain then I'm in pain. Even though we're both in pain right now, we could try to distract ourselves or each other.

"You know, we'll probably live in a share house." He chuckled and my eyes widened. "What?!" I asked, horrified, which sent Mark in fits of laughter.

For a normal person, a share house doesn't seem like such a bad idea but for a person who grew up in a house so large it takes fifteen minutes to go from the end of the house to the other end of the house, a share house is bad. Very bad. I mean, at home I literally have to call Mark or else we wouldn't even see each other. I will have to live in close proximity of people I don't know!

I sound like a spoiled brat.

I am very well aware of that and honestly, I am a spoiled brat. My parents are billionaires and everyone treats us like royalty. I'm not ashamed of it. Why should I? That's how I was raised.

After a couple of minutes, our plane finally landed and we were immediately escorted to the car that drove us to Hudson Rich. Mark claims that the place is amazing but I fell asleep in the middle of the ride so I didn't get to see much.

Once we arrived, we got down of the car and looked at the house in front of us.

Shit.

It is a share house.

"Well look at that, twin sister. We will be living with other people after all." Mark teased and I rolled my eyes. "As long as they don't separate you and me then I guess I'll be able to manage." I told him. All I heard is a low chuckle while Mark wraps an arm around my shoulders.

"This ought to be a distraction." He mutters. I looked at him curiously. "What do you mean?" Without saying a word, he points at the direction ahead of us and once I looked, I immediately understood.

There, emerging from the doors of our share house, are five people. Two girls and three guys to be specific. Without having to say anything, we immediately smiled at them. It's one of those smiles that looks really genuine but it's fake. Mark and I have been trained to make it look genuine since we were younger.

Once they got closer to us, Mark took his arm off my shoulder and extended it to shake everyone's hand. I did the same.

"Hi there, I'm Mark Obenauff and this is my sister, Amaris Obenauff. It's a pleasure to meet you all." Mark tells them. "The pleasure is all ours." A blonde guy with bright blue eyes respond. We stood there for an awkward minute before Mark coughed and got everyone's attention.

"So, shall we move in?"