Reality Check
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Chapter Four: Appreciate
Hannah's Point of View
It's been two days since my sisters and I found out we were leaving show business. Yesterday was the filming of the last episode of 'Anna Montana'. I have been really bummed about it; I've worked on that show since I was eleven years old. There are so many memories there. I had my first kiss on that set, Charlotte and Alex guest starred, I met my first boyfriend on that set, I wore my first pair of heels on that set and I made many friends with many of my cast mates.
Today my mother is going to tell my father the news. Mom told us it would be best if we went out while she broke it to him that we were no longer Hollywood big shots. My sisters and decided we'll go to the mall and get new clothes for the school our mother enrolled us in yesterday that we start next Monday which is two days away. Surprisingly the school does not seem that bad so hopefully I'll survive.
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I ran to American Eagle and picked out seven different long-sleeve shirts with stripes and quarter sleeve shirts that were simple, elegant and cute at the same time. I got five pairs of jeans one pair blue with rips, plain blue, black, black with rips and grey jeans. Then I went to journeys and got a pair of white Nikes
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Charlotte's Point of View
I headed straight to Hollister and got five shirts with different logos from Hollister in red, black, green, light blue and purple. Then I picked out plain three pairs of plain jeans in black, blue and grey and I got two pairs of jeans from Aeropastale with rhinestones on the butt and after I went to journeys and purchased a pair of black and white pumas.
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Alex's Point of View
As soon as we entered the mall I ditched my sisters and went straight towards Hot Topic. I purchased six graphic t-shirt with random saying, one Edward t-shirt from the movie twilight and a Paramore shirt. Then I bought a white hoodie from Aero, black skinny jeans from express, white skinny jeans, ripped blue skinny jeans, grey skinny jeans and blue and black skinny jeans from Pac Sun. After I got my clothing I went to the converse store and got a pair of white converse with red and silver lettering with the words 'I love Chuck' and a pair of black converse.
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After three hours at the mall we thought it would be safe to head home now. My sisters and I were shocked as we walked home because Hannah had just pointed out that no one asked for out autograph and we weren't stocked by paparazzi. Maybe there was an upside to being out of the business.
Charlotte opened the door with her key and as soon as we entered we heard my mother and father screaming, my mom was crying and dad was telling her to shut up. We heard him beat her and then it was quiet. Instead of hearing my mothers cries we now heard our fathers. I was so confused to why my dad would be crying and why it grew silent upstairs. My sisters didn't look so confused and knew what was going on. They ran upstairs and I followed them wanting desperately to know what the hell was happening.
As soon as Hannah opened my parent bed room door I knew what had happen. My father was standing next to my mother's lifeless body with a shocked expression on his face. There was blood on his hands; my mother had blood dripping down her neck and bruises and scratches all over her face and body, there were pieces of glass in her hands and face from the lamp.
I couldn't believe my father had murdered my mother. My sisters and I stood in the doorway frozen with silent tears coming down our eyes. Our father finally noticed us in the doorway and glared at us. He pointed his finger and said "You girls better keep your mouths shut and not tell a soul about what you heard or saw." We all nodded knowing he would do something bad to us if we even considered selling him out.
"I'll be back in a while; I have to get rid of the body! Do not go anywhere and pack your stuff we have to get out of here." Our father demanded at us.
"Um dad, uh where are we going to go?" I asked afraid to talk to him.
"We are going to New York, now no more questions do as I say." he yelled
I nodded my head and my sisters went to our rooms and packed our stuff for New York. I guess my sisters and I weren't going to that school out mother enrolled us in after all. I really am going to miss my mom; I can't believe my ass of a father killed her. She took care of us and protected us from that monster we call dad. 'What am I gonna do with out her?' I thought to myself as I slid down my room walls and cried after I packed my belongings.
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Charlotte's Point of View
'How could that monster do that to her?! She was a good person and a wonderful mother she did not deserve to die.' I thought to myself as threw my stuff in my suitcase for New York. I was so angry that he took my mother's life but mostly I was sad I wanted to throw myself on my bed and cry my eyes out but I knew if I wasn't packed for New York by the time he arrived I would be in a lot of trouble.
Finally I was done packing and I started to cry. I cried harder and harder replaying all the memories I had with my mother in my head. I covered my mouth muffling my cries so no one can hear them. Reality really sucked, my mother was dead, I have to live with the person who killed her, my sisters and I lost our jobs and I have to move to New York with my alcoholic/murderer father and I have to leave the nice hot weather of Cali. and go to freezing cold New York.
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Hannah's Point of View
'I hate him. I hate him.' I repeated over and over in my head. 'He is a murder, he killed my mommy!' I am really gonna miss my moms laugh when she hears a funny joke and the sarcasm that she gives right back to Charlotte and Alex when they say a sarcastic remark. I'll miss her smile when she gets to spend time with my sisters and me together. I could really use one of her hugs at a time like this. She always gave the best advice when my sisters and I needed it. I really wish I could tell my mom how much I appreciate her.
I finally finished packing thirty minutes after my dad left. I sat on my bed and sighed. I noticed my photo album that my mother gave me, at the bottom of my closet. Two months ago on my fifteenth birthday she gave me and my sisters a photo album each with pictures of her, Gabriella, me, Charlotte and Alex, some photos of my dad before he became the way he is now. I got up from my bed and picked it up and touched the silver and pink glitter with my name on the cover that my mom put all together by herself. It was so special to me, I looked through some photos and started to shed tears so I put the album in my luggage and made sure I wouldn't lose it.
Before my dad arrived home I made sure to remind my sisters to pack their albums because I know they loved theirs just as much as I loved mine. Charlotte packed her album with silver and purple glitter that had her name on it in her purse that she put in her luggage. Alex packed her album with silver and red lettering that read her name in a secret pocket in her suitcase. I told Alex and Charlotte just in time because as soon as they packed their albums our dad walked through the door.