It was different, moving from the city to the suburbs. As they pulled up to the modern mansion, Emmalynn couldn’t help but smile. It was enormous, and it would fit all of them with room to spare. As her older sister began to walk inside, Emmalynn stopped her. “Hey,”
“Hay is for horses.” She replied in a monotone voice. Just by the look on Charlottes’ face, she could tell she wasn’t happy. “What do you want, brat?” Even at the young age of twelve, she knew why her sister was so unhappy. She had a life in Bridgeport. Friends, who were considered family, and a boyfriend.
Guess we won’t see Dean around anymore… She thought to herself as she shook her head lightly. “Nothing.” She sighed, finally speaking as they entered the foyer.
“They did a wonderful job with the sun room.” Emma heard her mom’s voice chime in. “Emma, sweetheart you and Maura have to share a room.”
“But mom-”
“No buts, young lady. I made sure it was nice. I went to extra lengths to make sure your sister had her own room.”
Sighing in defeat, Emma nodded. “Okay…” Her mother just smiled before leaning over and kissing her on the forehead. “What about Aunt Colleen?” She asked before she headed up the stairs.
“She has business still in Bridgeport.” Ainslie spoke with a whispered tone. It was as if no one knew just how grown up Emma was. They acted like Cian’s death was a secret. Cian Lawrence was the father of her cousin Maura, and the late husband to her Aunt Colleen. Sadly, he died four months ago. It was a tragedy that shouldn't of happened. He was a news reporter, and arriving at the City Hall, getting ready to do a live feed about protesters, some unknown man pulled a gun and shot him dead.
As she went upstairs, she quickly found her room. Seeing as her mother persisted on the colors purple and pink. Of course, she found that her sisters’ room was right next door, it was a bright orange, with red accents. Something Charlotte deemed necessary to have.
“Get out of my room.” Emma heard, looking over, she saw her sister exiting the bathroom. “Out, now.” Charlotte pointed at the door.
“But-”
“I DON’T CARE!” Charlotte screamed before shoving her out herself and slamming the door. It was at this exact moment, that Emma found herself wishing Maura was her sister.
Suddenly, a wave of tiredness swept over her. Without another word, she climbed up to the top bunk and laid down. Hands up, she let a soft smile cross her face, knowing that before too long, Maura would be at her side again.
