"Hold on, let me go get my neighbors, Mea, Avery and Anne. They are great at solving mystery cases. Would that be a good trait to have while trying to find Caitlyn?" Olivia askes me. I nod and she heads over to the house next door. I walk back into Olivia's large house, trying to remember where the living room was. I saw it on my way to the kitchen, so I must be close. As I turn a corner, I see Breeze sitting there on the sofa.
"Oh my Olivia, come here. Are you getting tired of Carley? She does not seems to have any good manners and she feels like a threat. In fact, I will send her home right now if you want. Say the word, and I will do it. I know you don't like her as well." Breeze tells me. I am too stunned to even speak. This is how she feels about me? I don't have good manners? I even think about what I did to make her mad. I can't recall anything I did, and I come to the conclusion that I haven't done anything to her. This gets me angry, and I start to explode.
"I'm sorry, Mrs.St.Claire. I don't think I did anything to you. Can you tell me what I did wrong? I can tell you what you did wrong. First of all, my name is Carley. Not Olivia. Second, I have very good manners. My parents raised me well. Third, I am not a threat. What is threatening about trying to visit my only sister? And I am pretty concerned, because you'd think that you could tell who your own daughter is. Guess things don't always work like that. Oh, and for your information, I will be staying. Thank you!" I storm out, trying to find my sister. As I walk outside, I see two girls. One of them is very tall, with short orange hair with cute bangs. She has almost a million freckles, and her eyes are hazel like mine. The girl beside her is half the height, with long wavy hair down to her bottom. She has a small birthmark on her neck, and has pretty green eyes. As I look beyond them, I see another person walking behind.
This girl is all around gorgeous. She has the straightest smile I have ever seen, with sparkling white teeth to top it off. Her cheeks are a rosy pink color, and her eyes are sweet baby blue. She has long, stylish eyelashes that are probably at least an inch. And her hair. I can't even talk about her hair. It's a long, wavy pale blonde. Her hair is so shiny, it might as well be gold. Her body is amazing, no rolls or imperfections. This is the most perfect girl on the planet. Though one thing about her is concerning me. The vibe I get off of her, is like she telling me 'Go home'. I feel a resemblance in her face. Where do I know that face?
"Hey Carley! Thanks for waiting. Let me introduce you to my friends. Avery, the tall one, lives next door to the right. Mea, the one with the birthmark, lives to Avery's right. And this is Anne. Anne and I model together. She lives just down the street." Olivia tells me. I wave hello to them. Avery and Mea wave back, but Anne stares at me with this evil grin. More than evil, almost like she is planning something. I must be being ridiculous, because Anne comes up to to shake my hand.
"It's lovely to meet you Carley!" She says with a thick British accent. She grabs my hand and gives it a firm shake. She smiles and then reaches up to her head. "Oh my, I must have forgotten my sunglasses at home. Olivia, what about I go back and get my glasses and bring Carley with me? I'm sure she would love a tour of the neighborhood." She asks Olivia. Olivia smiles and gives a thumbs up. Anne takes my hand and starts walking, but I'm suspicious and I don't quite want to go with her. I pull my hand away, and she frowns at me. As Anne starts walking ahead, the scurry up behind her. I have a bad feeling about this.
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