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Another day with the torture of living with my sister. I am the living proof of her wrath. Ohh, you know the <\/span>I Survived<\/span><\/i> series? I need to write to Lauren Tarshis to write a book about me: <\/span>I Survived The Hurricane Evangeline of 2015<\/span><\/i>. That is how evil she is.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n My life was a normal one, except when Mum disappeared, nothing was the same. I cannot express more that ever since Mum went, Eva decided that since she was older (BY THREE. MINUTES), she was in charge of making my life miserable. You know the funny thing is that she was born on June 7th and I was born on June 8th, even though we are twins! Sure, being the most popular girl in the school is amazing, but nothing could have been worse than my sister hurricane.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Today she ruined my sports bag. I mean who does that, my favorite sports bag?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I love my sports. I do soccer, volleyball, basketball, lacrosse, cross country, and dance. Dance is the only thing we have in common. I cannot like anything she likes, but I can\u2019t leave my pop, jazz, lyrical, ballet, hip hop, and traditional. I love the feeling of my golden flowing hair in a ponytail flowing flawlessly and my skin feeling the wind. I am a star player on my teams and everyone loves me, except Evangeline Tara, James Smit, Susan Kendra and maybe Katie Bell, my best friend’s sister.<\/span><\/p>\n I wish Dad was home more. Nan and grandad are darlings, but Dad is who I curl up and talk with. Dad is a famous journalist and goes on the most dangerous missions. I get scared for him with his job. But at least he\u2019s coming back tomorrow. Evangeline misses\u2026 Never mind, she isn\u2019t worth thinking so much about.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” custom_margin=”-15px||||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” custom_margin=”||40px||false|false” hover_enabled=”0″ global_colors_info=”{}” text_font_size=”16px” sticky_enabled=”0″]<\/p>\n I lay in bed rethinking a perfect life. First thing on the list? Stay far away from my darling little bratty twin sister.<\/span><\/p>\n Yesterday, she and her gang of little friends made fun of my grades. I was so like, \u201cExcuse me, school can be challenging for people like you.\u201d I am an A+ student. Angeline said I would go into a dead faint if I ever got a 99.99. Thank goodness I have never, or I couldn\u2019t have used Katie\u2019s favorite roast on her.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Yes, I might seem like a nerd or a crybaby or a little strong headed, but they do not understand my life. Ma always made me feel like enough. Cal doesn\u2019t understand me. Or maybe she doesn\u2019t want to.<\/span><\/p>\n I have plenty of interests that keep me away from the house: theater, vocals, piano, flute, violin. And yes, dance. The one thing we both do. You might think that I hate her, but I feel this nagging feeling that our relationship isn\u2019t very healthy, Ma always kept things in place. I really miss her, I remember her as clear as day. Ma had long black hair, a warm smile, rosy cheeks and a beautiful face. Ma was Indian and Dad is British, Callie is more like Papa and I\u2019m more like Ma or as Cal says Mum. I have a picture of her on my desk and sometimes I cry remembering her.\u00a0 Katie also comforts me being what Callie should be, we have been friends since we were two. Ma\u2019s best friend was Auntie Karen, Kat\u2019s mum.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” custom_margin=”-15px||||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” custom_margin=”||30px||false|false” hover_enabled=”0″ global_colors_info=”{}” text_font_size=”16px” sticky_enabled=”0″]<\/p>\n I cuddled under my sheets thinking about tomorrow’s test. I don\u2019t understand government systems and the only one who does is Eva, but I\u2019m too stubborn to ask for help. Maybe Miss Cappucca\u2014a.k.a. the best teacher ever\u2014could help if I went in early. I sighed heavily as Nan walked in.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHello dear!\u201d She chirped!<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cGood Night Nan,\u201d I sulked.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhat is the matter Cal?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNothing, Nan.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n She frowned at me and replied, \u201cI know you better than that, I\u2019ll have to tell your father if you don\u2019t talk.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n I breathed slowly. \u201cWe have a Social Studies\u00a0 test tomorrow and I don\u2019t understand the topic, but the only one who knows is Miss Know It All,\u201d I nodded towards Ev\u2019s room.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhy don\u2019t you ask Evangeline?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNa-an,\u201d I sang, rolling my eyes.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOkay, Okay, darling, go to sleep, but please patch up soon!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOkay, Nan, Sleep Tight!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n That night I had a strange dream.<\/span><\/p>\n I was standing in a golden field, the wind brushing against my skin like it did on game days. In the distance, I saw Mum and Dad. They were smiling, holding hands. Between them stood two little girls who looked just like Eva and me. And then there was a girl. She looked about our age, but her features were blurry. She reached out to me, calling me. I ran toward her, but the ground turned to water, and I sank. The girl dissolved into light. The last thing I saw was Mum\u2019s necklace glowing around her neck.<\/span><\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” custom_margin=”-15px||||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” custom_margin=”||40px||false|false” hover_enabled=”0″ global_colors_info=”{}” text_font_size=”16px” sticky_enabled=”0″]<\/p>\n The Next Day<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n \u201cCome on, Kat! Once we\u2019re out of uniform, we can head to Suse\u2019s house.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYou mean her mansion,\u201d Kat corrected.<\/span><\/p>\n I hesitated. \u201cKat\u2026 can I ask you something?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhat do you want now? Want to borrow my lip gloss again?\u201d she teased.<\/span><\/p>\n I fiddled with my sleeve. \u201cI think Dad\u2019s been hiding my birthday gift. Can we stop by the house before heading over?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Kat narrowed her eyes and smirked. \u201cYou\u2019re impossible. You ruined Suse\u2019s surprise party for you <\/span>and<\/span><\/i> you\u2019re spying on your dad?\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n I winced. \u201cSorry, Katie Cam Bell,\u201d I sang, teasing her.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHey! Take that back scribble witch!\u201d She swiped at me.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cRace you!\u201d I smirked and ran.<\/span><\/p>\n We bolted to my house, heart beating and bags rattling.\u00a0 I don\u2019t know who won\u2014probably Kat\u2014because the second we got there, I froze in fear and let out a cry. Kat dropped her bag, her face green.<\/span><\/p>\n A female investigator wearing a blazer, with two sheriffs, stood at the door. Nan and Grandpops were speaking to them worried.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNana, what happened?\u201d I cried. Kat clung to me.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cNothing, birthday girl. Go have fun,\u201d Nan stammered, obviously lying.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cThree officers, Nan. You\u2019re worried. Where\u2019s\u2026?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cEv\u2014wait! I\u2019ll explain!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n But I already knew. Something was very wrong. I needed to tell Suse. And Callie.<\/span><\/p>\n This was supposed to be my big day. Cake. Friends. Maybe a sparkly gift or two.<\/span><\/p>\n Instead?<\/span><\/p>\n Worst. Birthday. Ever.<\/span><\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” custom_margin=”-15px||||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” custom_margin=”||40px||false|false” hover_enabled=”0″ global_colors_info=”{}” text_font_size=”16px” sticky_enabled=”0″]<\/p>\n I spotted Evangeline sprint towards me with Kat running behind. Never had I seen them so upset.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I ran forward, but jolted to a stop, Angeline walked down the street. I sucked in my lips and played with my hair. \u201cI can see you are with the scribble witch Evacuation.\u201d I winced slightly at that harsh nickname.<\/span><\/p>\n Katy spotted the tiny tears in Evangeline\u2019s eye. She stepped in front of her friend. \u201cNice one, <\/span>Wanna Beast<\/span><\/i>,\u201d she snapped at Angie. \u201cDid you have anything original to say, or are you just reading Queen Callie\u2019s daily script?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Angeline\u2019s smirk faltered for a second, but I scoffed and crossed her arms.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOh puh-lease,\u201d I said, flicking her ponytail like punctuation. \u201cYou think defending \u2018birthday girl\u2019 makes you what, some kind of hero? What\u2019s next, capes?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Evangeline\u2019s lip trembled, but she stood taller, wiping her eyes quickly. Katy hooked her arm through hers. I let an unseen tear fall.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cOh, are you talking to me? I thought you only did that behind my back!\u201d I couldn\u2019t do anything, but stare.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Eva turned to Angeline then, her voice softer but no less firm. \u201cYou, Angeline\u2014Callie made one mistake. You made it a team sport. Congrats on the teamwork. Cute how you turned betrayal into a bonding activity.\u201d Angeline\u2019s smirk faltered, but she tossed her hair and crossed her arms, hiding it. Katy tightened her grip on Evangeline\u2019s arm, and Evangeline leaned into it slightly. She faced me, her voice growing steadier.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cYou used to be my best friend,\u201d Evangeline said, the words heavy. \u201cBefore you decided it was easier to mock me than to stand by me. Real original. \u201d I rolled my eyes, but Evangeline kept going. \u201cSweetheart, I cry when I drop my grilled cheese. You don\u2019t even make the list.” She gave a small, dry laugh.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cAmazing performance, Juliet. Should we cue the violin solo, or are you waiting for the Oscars?\u201d Angeline sassed, her smirk back.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cStop acting like I personally burned down your fairytale woods. You only called out me and Angie because, what, your diary ran out of pages? You get bold when Katy\u2019s around playing your bodyguard. Newsflash: people grow up! Maybe try buying a mirror sometime, Miss Goodie Two Shoes!\u201d I scoffed and I realized the word that just came out of my mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n Katie exploded at that. \u201cI\u2019d smack you, but I\u2019m against animal abuse!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Eva, eyes wet, delivered the final blow: \u201cDad is missing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Suddenly a bunch of moss came flying out of nowhere and hit me on the head. Later I laughed at how the moss made quite an entrance. Evangeline turned and ran to the house. I reached out after her, but Kat gave me a glare. Instead I ran after her.<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” custom_margin=”-15px||||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.27.4″ _module_preset=”default” hover_enabled=”0″ global_colors_info=”{}” text_font_size=”16px” sticky_enabled=”0″]<\/p>\n I ran to the house, the police were gone and I slammed the door of my room. I was infuriated by what had just happened, trying to process it at the same time. I laid my head on my desk and then lifted my head. But the world wouldn\u2019t stop spinning.<\/span><\/p>\n Then\u2026 footsteps. Soft. Slow. Uncertain. Outside my door.<\/span><\/p>\n I did not feel like talking to anyone, but wasn\u2019t up to argue.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Callie walked into my room, she has never been into my new room and looked around for a minute. Her eyes lingering like trying to understand the new me, what I was without her. Then looked at me. I glared at her and she looked down at the floor.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n My throat ached. My eyes burned. The scream inside me pressed harder against my ribs.<\/span><\/p>\n But I stayed silent.<\/span><\/p>\n Callie opened her mouth and I heard the words I never thought I would hear from Callie Tara\u2019s mouth. She bit her lip and whispered, \u201cI\u2019m so sorry Ev.\u201d I felt my stomach fall. I cried hard and Callie just stood there not knowing what to do. So, she repeated the words, \u201cI\u2019m so sorry Evi, sorry.\u201d And I kept on letting the tears fall out. I didn\u2019t ask for her comfort.<\/span><\/p>\n Then we heard Nan. I did not want to see her.<\/span><\/p>\n I grabbed Callie\u2019s hand. I did not want to do this, but I just knew that she didn\u2019t want to talk to her either. When I pulled the doorknob I realized I forgot my keys. I pulled open my drawers searching blindly and took out the first key I found. I shoved the key and rushed into the closet.<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a0Nan opened the door and after a long moment, she left.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I looked down, In my rush, I grabbed the wrong key \u2014 not my closet key, but Mum\u2019s. The one she always wore. The one no one had touched for years. I sat on the floor where Callie was silent, and shook uncontrollably, clutching the necklace tightly.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Until I heard a click.<\/span><\/p>\n The back wall slid open, shaking violently, groaning, revealing a wooden door carved with ivy, fairies flying with the birds, werewolves howling, hidden shade and 3 girls standing. I stared at the dim lights ornamenting the door like unknown stars. It felt\u2026 right, like it always was there.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n I touched the door knob while receiving the warmth and it felt alive. I looked at my neck where Ma\u2019s necklace hung\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n Her key.<\/span><\/p>\n I turned the handle and together we left our world.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Answers to be found, grief, evil, good, anger, happiness.<\/span><\/p>\n Somewhere ancient.<\/span><\/p>\n Our beginning.<\/span><\/p>\n Away into the unknown.<\/span><\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" DedicationFor the one who kept on pushing me, my plot twist, my chapters, and my magic time turner.Chapter 1 – The BeginningCallieAnother day with the torture of living with my sister. I am the living proof of her wrath. Ohh, you know the I Survived series? 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Evangeline<\/strong><\/h5>\n
Chapter 3 – Visions<\/strong><\/h4>\n
Callie<\/strong><\/h5>\n
Chapter 4 – Birthday Gone Wrong<\/strong><\/h4>\n
Evangeline<\/strong><\/h5>\n
Chapter 5 – Sister Mess Up<\/strong><\/h4>\n
Callie<\/strong><\/h5>\n
Chapter 6 – Defying Gravity<\/strong><\/h4>\n
Evangeline<\/strong><\/h5>\n