A Year in Flightwell

Prologue

It's such an amazing dream to meet your favourite Disney Star.

"Wake up, sleepy head," A voice boomed through my ears, but the best thing I did was to ignore it. Then what it felt like an earthquake happened, I shot my eyes opened and kicked my foot to my right side, accidentally kicking my stupid old brother, who was now rolling on the floor endlessly; groaning in dead pain.

But it sucks when someone ruins it within a blink of an eye.

A figure of a little girl was visible to the naked eye, and was visibly running towards Clarkson, my older brother. Then her not-too-unique brown eyes were locked into mine, her eyes were a bit sleepy yet big to be imagined. Brea smiled at me, stepping on Clarkson with her little feet but a strong force, making him groan ten times worse. She jumped on my bed, landing on her face but the moment I was about to ask her if she was okay, she lifted up her tiny hand and gave me a thumbs up; saying she was all alright.

I shrugged, leaning closer and lifting her up from my bed and into the air, pulling her towards my lap and making her sit on it. She smiled at me and with a blink of an eye, her tiny arms were wrapped onto my neck, seeing she's hugging me. But because I love her too much, I hugged her back with my arms too big for a 15 year old teenage girl wrapped on her waist as I placed my chin on top of her tiny head.

Just as I was about to close my eyes, I heard Brea whispered underneath her breath, "We're moving away from here," With that, my eyes quickly shot open and I pulled from her, looking at her as if she was a dinosaur ready to eat me up.

Wait, dinosaurs don't exist.

"What did you say?" I asked, silently waiting for her to repeat what she said earlier.

She sighed. "I said, we're moving away from here,"

"Where?" I asked again.

"Flightwell,"

"When?"

"Jeez Zhamzelle," Brea groaned, plopping her back onto my covers. I glared at her, not because she laid on my covers without permission, but because she used my real name without permission. I'd prefer Zella instead of Zhamzelle. "Don't be such a bummer."

"You're the one who's a bummer here," I muttered under my breath, but I'm pretty sure she heard it. "You never tell me what's happening to society nowadays."

"You're smarter than me," She shouted.

"No, I'm not," I shouted back.

"I'm like the third party here," My before non-existent of a brother finally spoke blunty.

Brea sat up, doing a back roll and a back flip away from my bed. "Maybe you are," For a nine year old kid, she's got some sass. "So, bye." With that, she left my room, leaving the both of us jaw dropped because of her damn skills.

"Same to me, then," Clarkson sat up from the floor, then silently walked away. Leaving me alone in my room, yay me.

"Is this what you call siblings?" I asked myself, but then I shrugged. "Yep, I do too." And the moment I yawned, I quickly got up and prepared for the so-called moving day.

With a thinking and writing this tough is going to make a whole story to read.