It all started when my father left for a business trip in California. I was laying on our hammock trying to do algebra when my father came out side and told me the news. I was happy for him because of the big promotion but I was sad that he was leaving tomorrow and he was going to be gone for a wile.
"Can we go with you?" I said.
"I wish you could but my boss said that you and Brittany would be a distraction from my job." he said.
"I promise that we wont, you wont even know that were there." I said.
"Nicole, you know when I say you cant it means you cant. Plus, you know I cant risk loosing this job." he replied.
Ever since our mom left we haven't had the best luck with money, and this trip would be a big thing for us.
"Fine." I said understanding that this was a big thing for our family.
"Ok, well I'm going to go talk to brit-" he was cut off to the sound of brittanys voice.
"Talk to me about what?" Brittany said from behind him.
Brittany and I don't look a lot alike, Brittany has dark brown, wavy hair that goes to about the middle of her back, her eyes are hazel and she is about 5'3". She ties her hair back in a pony tail or bun most of the time but sometimes she can come up with really pretty hair styles for her hair. I have light brown straight hair that is just shy of being the same length as brittanys, I also have hazel eyes but mine are more of a brown than hers, I'm tall for my age being 5'10". I always wear my hair down unless it gets to the point where I want to cut it all of because its getting in the way of what I'm doing. I'm the middle child in our family, Carla, is 30 years old and moved out when I was born, Brittany is 13 years old and I am 15 years old.
"Dads leaving to go on a business trip." I said still sitting on the hammock.
"Can we go?" Brittany said quietly.
"No, you cant." Dad said in a sad voice.
I saw the sad in brittanys face but I gave her a look that said "don't ask" and she didn't ask.
"You guys will be staying with a friend of mine until I get back, ok?" he asked
"Ok." we both said at the same time.
Dad went back inside and Brittany came and sat next to me. I looked at her long brown hair and I could tell she didn't brush it today but it was still wavy and pretty. She changed out of her PJs and put on a blue t-shirt and some jean shorts.
"Do you know dads friend?" she asked.
"No, but I'm sure he's nice." I answered. "We should go inside and pack."
Our dad was going to be gone for about two weeks so I packed about 10 different outfits, a hairbrush, my phone, and some other random important things. Brittany on the other hand packed two suit cases full of stuff.
"Brittany, you don't need all this stuff." I said holding my suit case in her door way.
"Yes, I do!" she yelled at me.
"Whatever." I said walking out.
