Prologue
June 1
Alissa’s POV
“Lissa wake up! Wake up!” What do the little runts want now?
I rolled over and threw a pillow at my annoying little brothers Cole and Cody. They’re twins by the way.
“We’re telling mommy!”
“Do whatever the hell you want!” I yelled after them, still groggy.
“Alissa Nicole Greene, watch your language!” Dad yelled while walking in my room.
“It’s not my fault they can’t stay out of private property.” I paused to roll my eyes. “They were trespassing.” I can be pretty sarcastic if you can’t tell.
My dad waved off my usual smartass remark. “Don’t you know what today is?”
I put my finger up to my lips, signaling I was thinking.
“OH YEAH, WE’RE GOING BACK TO AUSTRALIA! I ALMOST FORGOT!”
Now it was dad’s turn to roll his eyes. “Hurry up and get ready. I bet you forgot to pack too, didn’t you?”
“Ummmmm of course I packed daddy.” I said, sucking up, which caused him to sigh and leave the room. I think I should start packing.
Opening my closet, I scanned for my sweaters, since it was winter in Australia. I never really get a ‘summer break’ since I leave during summer, but I live in Georgia so I guess it’s not that bad. It’s usually pretty warm in April and May.
I threw a bunch of sweaters and leggings into a suitcase, along with boots, makeup, hair products and everything else I’d need.
I made my way downstairs and almost tripped over one of the twins’ toys. Swearing under my breath seemed like the best option since Mom and Dad were already stressed out enough. They don’t need my loud outburst.
I made my way to the kitchen to make breakfast. While the toast was cooking, I put my hair into a high ponytail. I didn’t really need to get myself all dolled up if I was just gonna be on a plane all day and night. The toast popped out the toaster and gave me a heart attack. Okay not literally, but you know what I mean.
I sat at the island and pulled out my phone to check my social media. I smiled every now and then at the stupid shit my friends posted.
“Lissa Lissa!” Not them again.
“What do you guys want now?”
“Did you move our racecar?”
“I did once I tripped over it.”
“Stop being so mean! Mommy! Lissa’s being mean again!”
Why are 7 year olds such tattletales? It gives me a headache.
“Alissa, stop pestering the boys.” Dad seems to be mom this morning.
“Yeah, okay, got it.”
Mom finally came downstairs half an hour later.
“Is everyone ready to go?” Why is she so chirpy this early in the morning?
“What was that, Alissa?” Oops I said that out loud.
“Nothing mom, let’s go!”
We arrived at the airport in record time. Well damn, someone was in a rush to sit on a plane for over 15 hours.
A nasally voice came on the intercom. “Last call for Flight 102.”
