Marooned

Chapter One

I snuck inside the house as quietly as I could, I checked my phone about five minutes ago. It's 3:45am. Just as I set my purse down and took off my shoes, the light in the living room started to shine bright.

"So," my older sister said, her bright hair glistening in the light of the room. "Where have you been for," she checked her phone, "8 hours?" She finished.

"Uh, well, um, you see I," I stuttered.

"With your boyfriend?" She interrupted with amusement, "Josh, is it?"

"Look, I'll do anything just please don't tell dad!"

"Tell dad what?" My brother asked as he stalked into the kitchen, yawning.

My hand flew to my forehead and I groaned while looking at my sister, Ceanna, with a "Please don't tell him" look.

"Well, Nick, she was just trying to plan something for, uh, Father's Day!" Ceanna said with pride.

He rolled his eyes and mumbled something that sounded like, "Girls."

After my brother left the room I thanked my sister and she told me to go to bed.

I woke up the next morning with the sound of my sister screaming at my dad. I quietly struggled to get out of bed and walked into the kitchen. My eyes opened wide to see plates smashed, tear-stained faces and Ceanna still screaming.

"What the hell are you doing!?" I asked, scarily.

"Your damn sister won't stop stressing about college and is now telling me she isn't going to go!" My dad replied with an angry tone.

"Alright, so lets all smash the dishes about it!" I said with sarcasm.

Ceanna was still crying in the corner. I glanced at my dad and looked at him like he was an asshole, because he was.

"Look, dad, there's other ways to make money. Maybe she isn't ready yet,"

"Well that isn't really your decision to ma-" I cut him off as I helped Ceanna up off the floor. Then, we left the house.

Ceanna and I went to the beach. We were both sitting happily in the sun when we got a text at the same time saying: Come home now. Both of you start packing, ill explain when you get here.

It's from our dad. Great. We both looked at each other and said nearly at the same time, "Are we getting kicked out of the house?"

We opened the front door prepared to step on broken glass, but it was all cleaned up, everything was. What's going on? I thought. My dad appeared in the doorway of the house.

"Pack a maximum of two large suitcases." He said with a straight face.

"What? Why?" I asked.

"We," he said, "are going on vacation."