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Flashback
“I can’t believe you’re going to jail,” Clarissa repeated, messing with one of my tops as she lay on my bed.
I snatched it out of my sister’s hands and threw it in with the other clothes in my suitcase. “For the last time,” I sighed, “I am not going to jail.”
“Whatever. Living with Uncle Fred is probably worse than jail,” She laughed.
“Shut up,” I grumbled, knowing that she was right.
“Audrina, can I ask you a question?”
I sighed again, “Sure.”
“Why did you do it? You know, throw that party?”
It was my turn to laugh. “Dude, everyone knows that you’re obligated to throw a party if your parents are out of town. How was I supposed to know you guys were coming home early?” I replied. “Hey, why did you come back so quickly, anyway?”
Clarissa shrugged. “What do you think? Dad forgot his keys.”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course,” I chuckled. I loved my dad, but seriously. He misplaced everything.
“You know, if this was a parallel universe, I might even miss you,” she mused.
I smiled at her backwards way of saying she didn’t want me to go. “And if this was a parallel universe, I might miss you too.”
It wasn’t that we really hated each other, but my sister and I lived in completely different worlds. She was the definition of a nerd, her nose always buried in a book. I was the one who loved to party, the one who was popular. The only thing we actually had in common was our brownish red hair and green eyes. Other than that, people probably wouldn’t believe that we were related.
Clarissa smiled back slightly, pushing herself off my bed. “You should probably get some sleep. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.” With that, she left my room, signifying that our touching moment was over.
I zipped up my suitcase and pulled it behind my door. Then I pulled on my pyjamas and shut off the lights. I lay in the darkness, dreading the next day.
End of flashback
My eyes opened slowly, and I stretched my arms above my head as I sat up. Staring at the ceiling I realized something was… different. My ceiling wasn’t the bright, blood red that it was supposed to be. Instead, it was a boring, uniform white. I felt confusion was over me as I looked at my surroundings. I wasn’t in my own bed; I was lying on a twin bed, a big change to the king-size one I was used to. My trophy case had been replaced by a bookshelf, my animal collection had disappeared and my room seemed to be smaller.
Then it hit me: the party, my parents’ angry faces, their threat to ship me off to Uncle Fred, his being an ass, all of it.
So it wasn’t a dream; my parents really did hate me.
I sighed as I got off the bed. Cracking my new bedroom door open, I poked my head out. The coast was clear. Hastily, I grabbed my toiletries and made a beeline for the bathroom.
After a quick shower, I got dressed and scraped my hair in a bun. It was time to meet the other side of the family again. Plucking up my courage, I headed downstairs and into the kitchen.
Fred, Alex and Allen were all sat quietly at the table. Julie was preparing their breakfast. I can guess what you’re thinking: she’s the maid, right? Wrong. She wasn’t the family’s maid, but Uncle Fred’s wife- her fat wife. Mean, I know, but I couldn’t help but notice it. God, she was so fat. Her butt could create another two continents, forget one!
The sad thing was, though, that Julie wasn’t always that way. It was Uncle Fred that made her fat, no joke. She had flat, boring, brown hair and pale, boring, blue eyes. She had very thin lips and nothing to make her stand out. Basically, she was a plain Jane. The names Julie and Jane were basically the same anyway…
“’Ello, Freddy,” I greeted, mimicking a British accent and earning myself a glare.
“Hello, sweetheart,” Julie smiled. I faked a smile back, sitting down across the table from Fred who hadn’t stopped glaring at me.
Julie placed a full plate of food in front of me- eggs, bacon, sausage, the lot. I picked up my fork, ready to dig in, when a hand slapped against my wrist.
I pulled back, rubbing where I had been struck. “Ouch,” I yelped, sending a death glare at Freddy. “What the—“
“We say grace first,” Julie explained gently, cutting me off. Taking a seat next to Fred, I watched as she took his hand as he took Alex’s.
Allen and Julie took hold of my hands before I could utter another word.
“Thank you, God, for the food we are about to eat,” Fred spoke smoothly. “Thank you for watching over us each and every day. And thank you for bringing Audrina to us so we can watch over her as you do for us.” I couldn’t help but shoot a funny look at dear, old Uncle Fred. He had to be joking. Watch over me? Yeah, right!
“Amen,” Everyone ended in unison. Shaking off what he’d said, I picked up my fork again, this time cautiously. But nobody stopped me from digging in, thank the lord!
Whilst eating, I took the time to check out the twins. Alex and Allen were even bigger nerds that Clarissa, and even more nerdy than the last time I’d seen them (if that was even possible). Their brown hair was combed back and slick with grease; their blue eyes were hidden behind thick, square glasses that I didn’t even know were still being made. They were both dressed in uniforms, their socks so high up that they almost reached the knee.
Fred was the only oddball in the family, I observed, with his ghostly skin, red hair, brown eyes and freckles.
A smirk spread across my face. “Hey, Uncle Fred?” I asked, making him look up from his plate. “Does it burn when you go out in the sunlight?”
He just rolled his eyes, evidently choosing to ignore my perfectly justified question. I chuckled at his lack of response and shoved another piece of bacon into my mouth.
“So what’s with the uniform?” I asked, deciding that the twins were my best bet at the chance of an actual conversation. I flung my fork back and forth, finally pointing it at Alex and Allen. Both of them looked nervously to Freddy, almost as if they were afraid to answer me.
“We do not talk during breakfast,” Fred barked.
Was he really serious? “Jeez! What’s stuck up your ass?”
Everyone gasped, eyes darting to and from between Fred and I as they waited to see how explosively he would reply.
It was silent for a moment, and then Uncle Fred sighed deeply, obviously trying to calm himself down. “I always told Ned and Abigail that they were too soft raising you.” He shook his head disapprovingly. “But don’t think that, because you got away with it under their roof, that you’re going to get away with it under mine. My house, my rules- understand?”
I laughed. “Ooh! I’m really shaking now, old man.”
“They’re school requires them to wear a uniform,” Julie announced.
I raised my eyebrows at the sudden change of subject. “What?”
“You asked about their uniforms,” Fred clarified. “They have to wear them for school- my school, before you decide to make any smart remarks. I am the principal there.”
I glanced up at the twins, silently praying that Fred would not make me wear that god awful uniform. “Uh…”
“They go to an all-boys school,” he added, as if reading my mind. I let out a sigh of relief; it meant that I had no chance of wearing those hideous clothes, not to mention have my uncle as principal. That really would be awful.
Then it hit me. What if he made me go to an all-girls school? That would be a form of hell for me.
“Don’t worry,” Fred continued. “You’re not going to an all-girls school.” Okay, he needed to stop doing that. It was beginning to scare the crap out of me.
“Where am I going, then?” I asked curiously. It couldn’t be worse than the all-girls school I had just thought I was going to be dragged to.
“You aren’t going to school,” he answered. I looked at him in confusion. Not going to school? As the words sunk in, I tried not to smile. It wasn’t like I was a school person anyway. Maybe living with Uncle Fred wasn’t going to be too—“Well, not as a student anyway.”
Damn, I knew there had to be some sort of catch; it was stupid to think otherwise. “What?”
“It’s obviously too late for you to learn the value of an education, so you are going to learn the value of hard work instead.”
“And that means…” I trailed off, prompting him to continue.
A sadistic smirk spread across his face. “You are going to be the new counsellor at the boys’ school,” he told me, obviously believing he had won the conversation.
“I’m only seventeen,” I frowned. “Won’t that be illegal?”
“We are going to tell everyone you are 22. Nobody will question it. And, since I’m the principal, I’ll make sure that there are no problems.”
I bit my lip, thinking of my options.
Option number one: I could run away. I was the star of the track team back home, so I was pretty confident that Freddy wouldn’t be able to catch me when I made a break for the airport. Option number two: I could call my parents, telling them that I had learned my lesson. Option number three: I could take notice of the fact that, in his own crazy way, Fred really did care for me and that learning the value of working could change my wild ways.
So I picked the most reasonable option...
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