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{Macy}
"Macy, can you PLEASE call your sister down, tell her it's time to leave." Mom points to the stairs. She is grabbing some last things to pack for our move to Alabama.
"Why? She's just being stupid. I'd rather leave her here. Ugh, HarpER!! GET YOur LAZY bUTT DoWN HeRE YOU bRAT! WE HAvE TO gO!" I start to run upstairs.
I cannot express my opinion more, I hate my sister so much. The way she dresses, her laugh... Ew. It just gives me goosebumps.
"Macy! Be nice!" I look at my mom, but I just roll my eyes.
I open her bedroom door, " Why are you wearing a 5SOS shirt? Try something a little less... ugly." I look her up and down, clearly judging her. She is always obsessed with the boys in fandoms, and disconnected from the real world. I could care less that she is two years older than me. She is just annoying as crap.
"Macy, I don't want to pick a fight, kay? Just leave me alone." She turns back into her room to finish folding her skinny jeans to pack them into her suitcase.
"Well they make you look emo."
"I could care less about what you think." She says it with an annoying smile, doing that 'kill them with kindness' thing.
She reaches up onto her dresser and grabs a juice box to take a sip of it.
"How old are you?" I roll my eyes and lean against her door frame.
"Sixteen?" She shrugs her shoulders.
"Well you act like you are four." She is starting to really get on my nerves.
She puts the box back where she grabbed it from. "Its good to be young at heart, right?" She says cheerily.
All of this happiness is irritating me.
"We have to leave. Now." I ignore her and say.
"Kay. Love you!!" She calls down the hall.
{Harper}
Why does she never get in trouble? I can't stand her sometimes.
I finish packing my bag and run downstairs. On my way I see Arnold, my cat, and scoop him up in my arm.
Mom looks at me. "Are you ready?"
"Mom, do you think I am ever going to be ready?"
"I'm sorry we had to do this, but your father got a promotion and we thought that was best for the family."
I just look away because if I respond, I know it will just make her feel worse.
Right then, Jonathan comes running down the stairs. "What are you bringing with you? A bag of dust?" Giving me a dirty look.
"Uhh.. my life..." I chuckle softly.
"Oh." He gives me a pitiful look. "Thats sad."
"And what are you bringing?" I say sarcastically. But he decides to ignore me.
Jon and I are the same age, as we are twins. But I think he got the more social half. Lucky.
Dad takes my suitcase into the hallway, while I hold Arnold and give him a kiss on the nose. At least I can bring you with me. He meows just as if he read my mind.
I walk out the front door giving our apartment one last goodbye before riding the elevator 12 floors down to our car.
We pack our stuff in, and I try to think of how much my life will change in a few days.
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