Voodoo Doll l.H {on hold}

Australia!? Australia!?

"Aaaaaaagghhhh!!!!!" I screamed in frustration as I balled my hands into fists. "Mom that's not fair!" I can not believe this. The very first thing my mom says to me in 6 weeks is and I quote "pack your bags we r moving to Australia"!? Are you kidding me? My mom was on a business trip there for(like I said) 6 WEEKS. And then she walks through the door to tell me this? We have been moving a lot since my mom got her new job and I hated it with the highest level of hate possible. We moved literally Every. Other. Freaking. Month.

"Olivia I warned you to stop this fit you throw every time we move. You know how our money situation is right now!" My mother fired back.

"No I don't understand mom! Every time we move it's to another place like this!" I waved my hands around me to emphasize my point. Our house had 5 bedrooms including a master bedroom, 4.5 bathrooms, an indoor pool and an outdoor pool, 2 dining rooms, and a HUGE living room. We also had another 'smaller' room (but it was basically the normal persons larger than normal living room). We called it the 'family room'. HA! Like we needed a family room? Everyone in my family was always so constantly busy that we rarely talked to each other. Anyways the house was basically a 2 story mansion. So go ahead mom tell me why we have a money situation again?

She sighed. And it was quite an over dramatic sigh if you asked me.

"You know that if I dropped my job we would be living on the side of the road in a cardboard box." She also put a very large emphasis on the words cardboard and box.

"Great!" I threw my hands up in the air. "At least then I could actually unpack, maybe paint the walls of my very own cardboard box and OH maybe I could hang up a picture and not have to take it right back down after you tell me I'm damaging the walls of our 'house'!" I put air quotes around the word house.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" My mom shouted.

"It means that I feel like I am living in a freaking hotel every time we move!" I screamed. I was about to say something else when I heard a soft "Olivia" behind me. I turned around to see my younger sister Elizabeth staring at me with her dark brown eyes. She was twiddling her fingers, obviously uncomfortable as always when my mom and I fought like this.

"Can u please help me pack?" She squeaked. I gave my mom one last dirty look before I nodded and followed Elizabeth upstairs to her room.

As soon as I stepped into her room she spun around and said "Really Olivia?" I sighed and ran my fingers through my long caramel colored hair. "Look Liz I just can't take this anymore I replied.

"I know I feel the same way but you don't have to yell at mom like that every time do you? You know how much she hates it plus it makes everything awkward between the whole family". She said in a more relaxed tone as she walked over to her closet and pulled out her neon green suitcase.

"Look I'm sorry" I sighed as I reached for a cardboard box. We each kept a small supply of them in our rooms to make the moving process easier. I walked over to her book shelf and started packing her books neatly into the box.

"So." She said trying to ease the tension. "Any friends?" I knew exactly what she meant as soon as she said it.

"Just one" I replied. " I told myself a long time ago to stop making friends when we moved so I don't get emotionally attached to anyone. BUT when we moved here this one girl ,Amy, would not stop talking to me. She probably just felt bad for me though. I'll tell her at school tomorrow" I finished with a sigh." What about you?" I asked looking up at her.

She really did look just like me. We had the same colored hair only hers was normally pulled into a messy bun. We had the same dark brown eyes, freckles that ran from one cheek across the bridge of our nose and onto the other cheek, and dimples also. There was also the fact that neither of us ever was or would be popular. We were the social out casts at every school we transferred to. She was my absolute best friend, my only best friend, and we told each other everything. She is 2 years younger than me. I am 15 so she is 13.

"Same" she said as she pushed her thick black rimmed nerd glasses further up on the bridge of her nose. I called them nerd glasses but I honestly loved them so much. I smirked at her.

"Ok" I sighed while slipping the last book into the box. "I better get started on my room." I got up and walked over to the door. I turned around and told Elizabeth I would talk to her later.

"Oh and Olivia" She said "Everything will be okay" I nodded my head and gave her a weak smile before I walked to my room. I slammed the door shut and turned on my radio. The announcer said the song about to play was called "She looks so perfect" I shrugged and turned it as loud as I could at an attempt to shut myself away from this thing I call my life.