Double trouble
Chapter 1
Chapter 1 - Double Trouble
Brooklyn's POV
I couldn't believe in a week me and Emma would both turned 19. We were going to celebrate it at a bar in London because we could finally drink, but we were going to be aware of what we were doing. Everyone was invited, even people we didn't know. We live in a small town miles away from where we were going to have our party, so we had to take a bus there, then come back. We were getting ready, packing up, so we could find a hotel or an apartment. We were only leaving for five days and would be back as soon as possible. Emma threw me my pink tank top and I nicely folded it into my blue suitcase. The music was blasting in our giant bedroom we both shared. We had a strong twin connection. Emma folded a pair of jeans into her blue suitcase. All of a sudden, we heard large footsteps coming up the stairs. We seemed worried. Our bedroom door slammed open. We let out a big scream, holding each other. It was our dad. He had another one of those complaints with mom, they had been together for 27 years, and their relationship had been crumbling since they had us.
"You can't do this Mike." My mom said.
"Do what?" I said, trembling in fear. My mom came beside me - looking sad - and said.
"Sweetie, we have to sell the house." She said, stroking my back.
"And you two have to leave." She added. We started crying, we lived here since we were little girls, we've been through all the renovations, all the problems, this is what made us, us. But it had been 19 years, we had to give up everything. "There is another thing we have been keeping from you two." She said. We looked confused.
"We are going to plan a divorce as well. Me and your father haven't had the best trust." She said. We cried even more, all this terrible news.
"We are making big changes and you two have to go and live on your own..." Our parents left the room, and we wiped the tears off our face.
"We only have each other now...." Emma said, hugging me in distress. We pulled out a bigger suitcase and packed all of our seasonal clothes there. We smashed the large piggy bank with a hammer. It contained 320.00$ - or even more - of savings. We put on our matching boots and rushed out of the house. We were not happy. We stuffed everything in the car, hopped in and started the car. As we were leaving, me and Emma looked back. Our parents were waving goodbye, and that would be the last time we would see them together.
"Where are we headed?" I said to Emma.
"London of course.." She said letting out a slight laugh. "You don't think we're giving up on our party together, did you?"
"Of course not.. " I said, she looked at me with a smile, I giggled and gave her a smile back. We left everything, everything, but it didn't matter because I had one thing with me, Emma.
Brooklyn's POV
I couldn't believe in a week me and Emma would both turned 19. We were going to celebrate it at a bar in London because we could finally drink, but we were going to be aware of what we were doing. Everyone was invited, even people we didn't know. We live in a small town miles away from where we were going to have our party, so we had to take a bus there, then come back. We were getting ready, packing up, so we could find a hotel or an apartment. We were only leaving for five days and would be back as soon as possible. Emma threw me my pink tank top and I nicely folded it into my blue suitcase. The music was blasting in our giant bedroom we both shared. We had a strong twin connection. Emma folded a pair of jeans into her blue suitcase. All of a sudden, we heard large footsteps coming up the stairs. We seemed worried. Our bedroom door slammed open. We let out a big scream, holding each other. It was our dad. He had another one of those complaints with mom, they had been together for 27 years, and their relationship had been crumbling since they had us.
"You can't do this Mike." My mom said.
"Do what?" I said, trembling in fear. My mom came beside me - looking sad - and said.
"Sweetie, we have to sell the house." She said, stroking my back.
"And you two have to leave." She added. We started crying, we lived here since we were little girls, we've been through all the renovations, all the problems, this is what made us, us. But it had been 19 years, we had to give up everything. "There is another thing we have been keeping from you two." She said. We looked confused.
"We are going to plan a divorce as well. Me and your father haven't had the best trust." She said. We cried even more, all this terrible news.
"We are making big changes and you two have to go and live on your own..." Our parents left the room, and we wiped the tears off our face.
"We only have each other now...." Emma said, hugging me in distress. We pulled out a bigger suitcase and packed all of our seasonal clothes there. We smashed the large piggy bank with a hammer. It contained 320.00$ - or even more - of savings. We put on our matching boots and rushed out of the house. We were not happy. We stuffed everything in the car, hopped in and started the car. As we were leaving, me and Emma looked back. Our parents were waving goodbye, and that would be the last time we would see them together.
"Where are we headed?" I said to Emma.
"London of course.." She said letting out a slight laugh. "You don't think we're giving up on our party together, did you?"
"Of course not.. " I said, she looked at me with a smile, I giggled and gave her a smile back. We left everything, everything, but it didn't matter because I had one thing with me, Emma.
6/16/13