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NOTE: This might be a bit short, I'm kinda running low on ideas on this part.
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~3 days later~
It's Friday, and in less than an hour, Kyle's gonna meet his twin sister.
Like anyone probably would be before someone in their family came back after years, he was nervous. He kept on asking himself questions.
What is she like?
What does she look like?
Will she know who we are?
He was in the car with his mom, dad, and brother Ike, driving to pick her up. When they finally reached the airport, the four walked in, checked themselves in, and stood inside waiting.
Kyle was told to hold up a sign saying 'Welcome home, Ariel!' definantly not cheesy at all.
"Hold the sign up higher so she can find us!" His mom commanded him.
In just two minutes, a little girl walked towards their direction.
She had brown wavy hair, a pink hairband, a yellow sweater with Pikachu from Pokemon on it, a pink shirt, white socks, and black flats. But also a bruise on her right cheeck, and left leg. She carried a blue suitcase with god knows what in it.
"Holy shit, dude." Kyle said. His eyes couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Oh my god, my baby!" Sheila ran up and hugged her.
Ariel didn't say anything or do anything. She just kept quiet.
Gerald followed along and hugged Ariel as well, still no response.
But then, Ariel's face changed. She looked confused.
The place looked familiar.
"We're your parents, Ariel. You came home. Your actually home." Gerald said.
"Oh, sweet." Ariel responded akwardly.
Did they even tell her she's coming here?
"This is your twin brother, Kyle, and that's your adoptive Canadian brother, Ike." Sheila told her.
"Uh, hey..." Kyle said, holding his little brothers hand, unsure of what she thought of them.
"Hi." Ariel responded. She forced a tiny smile, trying not to make the situation more akward than it already was.
I'm related to them? She thought.
Her old home was never this cool to her. All she usually saw was the guy she was with throwing stuff at the walls, or if not, at her. And including yelling at her, telling her to "shutup" whenever she tried to speak. She thought it was normal to do the stuff he did. Ariel wasen't used to these kinds of families.
And she would make sure she wouldn't get used to it.
Somehow. No matter how long it takes.
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After about thirty minutes of non-stop talking to her, they finally got in the car to take her home. She was sitting in between Kyle and Ike.
"So, uh, do you like 'Terrance and Philip?'" Kyle asked her.
"Never heard of em'."
"Favorite song?"
"Are you trying to flirt with me or something?" She asked Kyle.
"No? We're kinda related, just trying to get to know you." He told her.
They sat there silentley for a couple seconds.
"Did you know you're jewish?" Kyle asked Ariel.
"I'm what now?"
"Jewish..."
Her mind rewinded on everything her kidnapper told her.
YOU JEW.
SHUT YOUR MOUTH FUCKING JEW.
DON'T MAKE ME HURT YOU, YOU JEW.
"Is that some kind of insult?!" Ariel asked him furiously.
"Ariel, you're a part of the Jewish heritage. It means you don't worship God, or celebrate Christmas. You celebrate Hanuka instead." Gerald informed her.
"Oh, shit..." she told herself.
"What's wrong?" Kyle asked.
"Nothing... nothing." Ariel responded.
She knew it was gonna be hard getting used to this town. And she's gonna have to pull through it somehow.
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Once they had dinner, Ariel went up to her and Kyle's room, and sat down on her bed. She sighed.
"I'm obviously gonna sleep here, ain't I...?" She asked herself.
"In this room, yeah." Kyle told her. Ariel looked up.
"Oh, ok..." Ariel said.
She and him had their pyjama's on already, and she layed down. Kyle looked at her white Green Day shirt and saw light red on it. Definantly didn't look like a design on the shirt.
"Is... is that blood on your shirt?" Kyle asked.
"Long story." Ariel said.
Kyle looked at her.
"Just problems from back then." She told him.
He didn't want to get more involved, but he was worried, and sat beside her.
"You gonna be okay?" Kyle asked.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll be fine. Don't worry." Ariel answered.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, Miles. I'll be fine."
"My names Kyle.."
"Right, right. Cool.
"'Night." Kyle said. He walked over to the light, turned it off, and went to his bed and slept.
She waited about 10 minutes until Kyle was sound asleep, and she walked out of the door to the bathroom.
Ariel looked at herself in the mirror.
She took a deep breath, and said, "This stupid place. I could break it down if I had the chance."
Ariel pulled up her shirt and looked at the scar on her hip.
"How the hell did he notice that?!" She put some wet toilet-paper on it, and held her hand against it.
"This isn't a normal place. I know more stuff about this town than anybody. There's a secret nobody knows. Then knowing there's gonna be more dicks at school, makes it worse. Probably gonna have to meet his group and all that shit. I'll make sure they're not gonna know. I'll make sure I get rid of at least one of them. I'll make sure this town won't be existing once I'm through with it." She said to herself, proudly.
"I'll do it for them."
With that, Ariel walked out of the bathroom, and went to her room.
She layed down and stared at the ceiling, until she fell asleep.
The next day, Ariel would make sure she's out.
Along with everyone else.
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Ok, chapter two= complete. The reason this chapter was so short and crappy to me is that I was thinking about adding her meeting everyone in the school and her reactions and stuff so much, I didn't even think about this part. xD So, again, reviews and suggestions are highly appreciated.
Signing out.
