Amy POV

I love this place! It's my heaven; a place without Dan's dumb practical jokes.Without realizing it, I started to lie down on the soft green carpet of the bookstore. I closed my eyes for a few minutes when I heard someone clear their throat. I opened my eyes to see a woman who looked like she just got divorced. She was wearing a tacky green vest, and a yellow pencil skirt. Whoa... talk about a wardrobe malfunction...
I know, I know. I don't have that great of a fashion sense either, with the light pink tank top and brown capri shorts I'm wearing. But even I know the difference between clothes and recycled garbage from the dumpster. Anyway, she started to say, "I suggest you leave if you plan to travel to dreamland. Get it? I said, dreamland! Hahaha!" She then proceeded to explain her joke that was somehow related to Hitler being sexy. Ewww.

Great, she's also deranged.

"T-Thanks for helping me learn about uhhh...things, ma'am. I'm really
sorry b-but I have to go."

So I left her in the Chic-Lit section and rushed to the counter to pay for my book before I was affected by that psycho.I rushed home, and I had to prepare myself because the Kabras were
coming.


Natalie POV

I cannot believe Mum disowned me like that! I kinda expected that ever since the Caribbean. But Father! That was something that took me and Ian by surprise."Ian, what are we going to do! I don't know how to be filthy and poor!" "Natalie, stop whining! My ears are bleeding! Pack your things. We're lucky enough to stay with the Cahills instead of the streets. Even worse... the Holts."
"You just loooove Amy. On the inside, you're just screaming OMGOMGOMG like a little girl who just met Justin Bieber."
" Am not! I'm just relieved that we don't have to stay with a pack of sweaty animals. "

I packed my things. Sadly, Mother only allowed me to pack things I wish to bring in a single suitcase. Is Mum insane? It's hopeless to fit my designer outfits in there!

"Come on, we gotta go! Father and Mum, ahem...VIKRAM and ISABEL are going to let out the

K-9 units if we don't go now." "I'm coming! I wouldn't want dog slobber
all over my precious white Marc Jacobs." We rode in the Audi for what seemed like forever. "How rude. First they disown us and then don't bother letting us ride the limo for the
last time. Hmph." Clearly, Ian was trying to hide his depression. It's easy to tell.

Ian POV

We got to the Cahill residence. You would've thought they bought a mansion as large as an airport with all the money they earned but no, they chose a simple 2-story house.
"Hey there, Cobras.", greeted Nellie as she opened the door for them. Her hair looks as if she was caught in a paintball fight. Her clothes are hideous. Honestly, is this what poor people wear? She had her headphones on, as usual. "Hello Nessie, what's playing?", I said politely. I had to get on their good side.

(Nellie sings along)" Everybody, yeahhh. Rock your body, yeahhh. Everybody, rock your body right. Backstreet's back alright! Omg, we're back again. "

"Backstreet boys... interesting.", I said with disgust. It seemed like Natalie had enough of checking her nails because she suddenly spoke up. "Where have you been for the last
decade? You are sooo out of trend." Nessie…Nancy…Nora…whatever her name definitely was annoyed because she said, "You Cobras better be thankful for staying here. So we don't need any of your spoiled and bratty butts complaining all the time." We finally entered the house."Brilliant! Now my custom-made Armani's a wreck! I'm just loving this day." I wish I hadn't whined at all, because I didn't expect to hear an angel's voice. "Ian, we don't n-n-need the sarcasm." It was Amy's. I've just made a fool out of myself. Psssh, like I haven't already. She still hasn't lost that lovely stutter, though.

(a/n: Please review! Tell me what you think so I can make this better! I'm kinda new at this, so sorry if it's cliche or something. Thank youuu)