I waved good-bye as my 19 year old brother, PJ, slowly backed out of the drive-way in his new Honda car. He had changed jobs to somewhere nice. I knew it was nice because they had the soaps that were shells, mints in the bowls, and plushy chairs. Well, he got lots of money and got a few stocks, and then he got his own car.

A silver Honda with a PJ magnet on the back. Now, he was going off to College. He was going to University of Colorado, and we were all saying bye. It was the day after my birthday, so Teddy was doing homework on the porch. She was dating someone names Justin. He seemed nice.

Gabe was in 6th grade, Teddy was in 12th, and I was in first. My mom wiped her eyes and hugged my dad.

"Bob," She said. "I miss him already."

My dad nodded. "Me too."

Gabe looked at them "Hello. I'm still here!"

My mom smiled and hugged him "And I love you for that! Charlie you too!" I hugged my mom's leg as she laughed and Teddy yanked out her cell phone.

"Well, let's all go inside," Daddy said, and we all walked into the house and Teddy abruptly began to text like mad.

"Who?" I asked. I didn't like to talk in full sentences. I could, but I didn't like too around my sister. It still earned me a few cute points.

"None Charlie," She replied softly and smiled at me before picking me up and putting me beside her on the couch. Gabe ran up the stairs saying that he had to redo his room and I smiled again.

The doo-bell rang and Teddy answered it before squealing with Ivy. "Who are gonn' be seniors tomorrow?" Ivy asked walking in.

"I think two pretty girls whose names rhyme with Freddy and Myvy!" Teddy chanted.

Ivy laughed and they headed down the stairs to Teddy's room. I couldn't imagine that though.

Next year, both Teddy and PJ will be gone. I'll be in second grade, and Gabe will be in 7th. Then, when I'm in 8th grade, Gabe will be gone. Then who would I play with at home? Almost all my family would be away. I didn't like the feeling I sudden gone in my tummy. It was sad and scared. I had gotten used to my family always being there for me, and always helping me. What would happen if they weren't here? No more silliness from PJ, no Vide-Diaries from Teddy, and no pranks from Gabe.

I knew what I had to do. I had to try and keep my siblings here. Of course, I knew that it wouldn't work, but I still wished I could. Teddy's had talk of going to Clemson, or Harvard, or Stanford, of California State. She'd be much farther than PJ was. We could go and visit PJ with a 30 minute ride. To get to Teddy it would be about 5 hours. Maybe I could start doing Video-Diaries. Maybe. But, who would watch tem/ There's no-one to give advice to. I'm the youngest in the family.

Again, that sad feeling returned. Maybe, I could invite some friends over. That would help, wouldn't it?

I hoped that it would.

"Charlie?" I heard my mom called.

"Yes?" I replied, and got off the couch.

"Where's your monkey?" She asked.

My monkey? "My room," I answered confidently.

She nodded and picked up a box and ran upstairs. What was she doing?

"Why does mommy want my monkey?" I asked my dad, who was sipping coffee.

"Because, we are giving things away."

My heart stopped. That was my special monkey. Teddy and Ivy took me and Deedee to Make-A-Monkey when I was two. Then, they ripped him apart and ducked him back. It was my special monkey. I quickly ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I found mom grabbed things from my closet. Like old toys of mine and clothes. And my monkey.

"No mommy! I want the monkey!" I said and snatched my monkey out of her hands.

"Charlie! We do not snatch!" She scolded me. I felt guilty about her hurting her feelings.

I keep my hands wrapped around the monkey. "Don't take my monkey."

"Why? You never play with her," My mom said to me.

I shook my blonde hair. "My monkey. It's special."

She sighed and looked at me. Then, she walked out of my room without another word. I looked at my monkey.

I and my siblings wouldn't always be together. Like my monkey is sometimes in my closet. But, there still there and they still mean something to me. I don't talk to my monkey every day, and it's the same with my siblings. Even though it might not seem like it sometimes... we would always be together.

Yay! Good chapter right?

Well, I have to hurry, so thanks for reading! Please review! Bye!

~Meghan