Never Again

Chapter 13

Authors note: hello everyone! I'm so sorry it's taken me forever to update. I've been very busy and had a lot of writers block. >-< thanks for understanding I hope you enjoy this chapter! By the way, once I get some of the other chapters written I'm going to be putting my Never Again board on public on Pinterest so you can go look at some of the character inspiration I have. My computer won't let me upload files. But I have to basically finish up the story because there are some spoilers on that board. ;) Enjoy!

I set my bag down on the bench in the foyer. You could smell the turkey burgers cooking on the stove. I plopped down on the couch and started looking at my phone.

"Do you ever get off that?" my sister Annabelle asked, sitting next to me.

"Good to see you too," I mumbled. "How was Orlando?"

Annabelle and her friends got to go to Orlando for a week and a half for a big dance competition in Disney World. They stayed in a fancy hotel and could go anywhere they wanted all day long. For a whole bunch of 12 and 13 year olds they sure got to do a lot.

"It was so much fun! We won first!" she exclaimed. "We then celebrated in the magic kingdom and went on all the rides. And since we were the winning team and main sponsor we got to have the place all to ourselves!"

I rolled my eyes. Annabelle loved to over exaggerate everything. And even if she wasn't lying that still was the biggest bag of bragging crap I'd ever heard.

"Then we had pizza, soda and so much candy and ice cream I thought we'd die!" she continued. "And Ally's mom was taking us shopping and everything!"

"Really?" I said sarcastically. "Like someone so rich would really spend all of that money on a bunch of Tweens."

"I'm being completely serious!" Annabelle argued. "Just because Ally's parents are rich doesn't mean that she's a jerk like all of those moms on toddlers and tiaras. She's actually really nice!"

"Whatever," I sighed.

Surprisingly I had a better relationship with my geeky, crazy, twin brothers than my little sister. Annabelle came from a practically different planet than me. She's extremely fashion obsessed and loves make up even more then I am. (And I am not obsessed.) She convinced my parents to let her start wearing makeup early because she was 'so good at it'. Whereas I had to gradually make my way up to what I wear now because I looked like a clown. But even if Annabelle looked like a clown my parents wouldn't care. She is the favorite child.
Annabelle does dance just like me but she's on a competitive team that goes all over the country. I do the dance team at school because it's less time consuming.
She has light brown with some caramel highlights and baby blue eyes. She and her friends are just about the most popular girls in that entire middle school. Even the seventh and eighth graders adore her. She has all of the guys wrapped around her little fingers. I wouldn't blame them, Annabelle is super pretty, not to mention super skinny. My parents were worried for a while that she was anorexic, which I had my suspicions too but she was always that skinny from birth. I wonder why I wasn't stuck with that wonderful curse. but sometimes I just want to shove a hamburger in her mouth and scream: GAIN A FEW POUNDS YOU TWIG!
(A super flexible twig.)

I proceeded to look at my phone and ignore Annabelle telling Brinn all about her trip.
I was interrupted by my dad putting his hands on top of my shoulders.
"Look who decided to come home!" he shouted.

"Dad stop it!" I moaned.

He just laughed and went back to setting the table.
. . . . .
During dinner I was super quiet, as always. Brinn looked at me from across the table with concern.

"Are you okay?" she mouthed.

I nodded and continued to mess around with my salad.

"So Elsie, where did you go this morning?" my mom asked.