"My birthday," she said as she ran out of the room to pack up her sewing supplies. I grabbed an empty duffel bag and opened the safe. Inside was an ornate Celtic dagger and a bunch of paperwork.
"Where's the knife from?" I shouted.
"The white half of our family," she said. Her mom was Korean so that meant her dad, my uncle.
"When did you get it?"
"Can we have a family bonding moment later? He should be back soon," Shay shouted, running around even more frantically. I shrugged and wiped all the contents into the bag. I met Sydney by the window.
"Ben came back and grabbed more bags so all that's left is the stuff you guys have in your hands," she said, keeping an eye on the street.
"Let's go," Shay said, running out of the building. I shot Sydney a look, but she was as confused as I was. I scanned the room one last time and closed the door behind me as I left. Ben sat impatiently in the driver seat.
"Hurry up," he hissed and started up the car. I glared at him but got in the back seat. No one drives my baby. No one.
"Shay," Sydney said as soon as we were a block away, "Why did you want to get out of there so fast?"
Shay looked sheepishly up at us, "I moved all my money to my accounts,"
"You took his money?" she said, spinning around to face her.
"No!" Shay exclaimed, "I moved _my money_ that _I made_ to _my accounts_ that he doesn't have access to,"
"So basically you made a joint account become a non-joint account," I said. She nodded and looked out the window. The car ride to Sheelin's house was silent. After driving through the intricate maze of houses that all look the same, we arrived at Sheelin's place. She was delighted to have Shay and Sydney as roommates and couldn't stop smiling as we unpacked the car. After putting all the bags and suitcases in Shay's sisters' rooms, I snatched my keys back from Ben and drove home. My plan was to relax for the rest of the day and research my family history, if I felt up to it. My mom on the other hand had different ideas of how I would spend my vacation.
"Mila," she called from upstairs, "We're going out," I rolled my head backwards and groaned.
"Where are we going?"
"Out," she replied. I muttered a couple curses under my breath and shoved some shoes on. It's not that I dislike Mom, it's just that her idea of fun was totally different than mine.
I marched out the front door and slammed the car door when I got in the passenger seat. I stewed there sullenly until she came out.
"I heard how hard you slammed the door," she said as she backed out of the driveway, "I won't pay for another broken window just because you can't control your temper," I snorted softly and looked out the window. She thinks I can't control my temper? She has no clue how wrong she is. I can control my temper. I had to. It was a rule.
"Where's the knife from?" I shouted.
"The white half of our family," she said. Her mom was Korean so that meant her dad, my uncle.
"When did you get it?"
"Can we have a family bonding moment later? He should be back soon," Shay shouted, running around even more frantically. I shrugged and wiped all the contents into the bag. I met Sydney by the window.
"Ben came back and grabbed more bags so all that's left is the stuff you guys have in your hands," she said, keeping an eye on the street.
"Let's go," Shay said, running out of the building. I shot Sydney a look, but she was as confused as I was. I scanned the room one last time and closed the door behind me as I left. Ben sat impatiently in the driver seat.
"Hurry up," he hissed and started up the car. I glared at him but got in the back seat. No one drives my baby. No one.
"Shay," Sydney said as soon as we were a block away, "Why did you want to get out of there so fast?"
Shay looked sheepishly up at us, "I moved all my money to my accounts,"
"You took his money?" she said, spinning around to face her.
"No!" Shay exclaimed, "I moved _my money_ that _I made_ to _my accounts_ that he doesn't have access to,"
"So basically you made a joint account become a non-joint account," I said. She nodded and looked out the window. The car ride to Sheelin's house was silent. After driving through the intricate maze of houses that all look the same, we arrived at Sheelin's place. She was delighted to have Shay and Sydney as roommates and couldn't stop smiling as we unpacked the car. After putting all the bags and suitcases in Shay's sisters' rooms, I snatched my keys back from Ben and drove home. My plan was to relax for the rest of the day and research my family history, if I felt up to it. My mom on the other hand had different ideas of how I would spend my vacation.
"Mila," she called from upstairs, "We're going out," I rolled my head backwards and groaned.
"Where are we going?"
"Out," she replied. I muttered a couple curses under my breath and shoved some shoes on. It's not that I dislike Mom, it's just that her idea of fun was totally different than mine.
I marched out the front door and slammed the car door when I got in the passenger seat. I stewed there sullenly until she came out.
"I heard how hard you slammed the door," she said as she backed out of the driveway, "I won't pay for another broken window just because you can't control your temper," I snorted softly and looked out the window. She thinks I can't control my temper? She has no clue how wrong she is. I can control my temper. I had to. It was a rule.
