"Lena!" Effie yelled up the stairs to her sister. There was no reply. "Lena!" Effie shouted again.

"What do you want?" replied a sounded muffled by the strong oak door behind her.

"Where do you want to go for dinner?" Effie asked. "Mom said that we were going out to eat since its your last night here and all."

"Umm, how about Mezapolis?" Lena asked. Mezapolis was Lena's absolute favorite resurant. Although Lena did indeed love most food, she loved the Italian flavor. Meatballs, pasta, spices galore, it tasted like heaven and smelled even better.

Effie sighed from downstairs, "Okay, Mezapolis it is then," she said then dragged her feet off in the distance. Effie was kind of disappointed lately, her sister was leaving and that ment it was just her and her parents. Just Effie. No more Lena.

Lena was upstairs trying to shove everything she could into three suitcases. Still her conservative self, she threw in her classic clothing. Lots of blouses and khaki dress pants, shades of khaki, black, white, and an occasional hint of pastel color filled the suitcase. She finished packing her clothes, threw a few sundresses into the mix, and moved on to her beg of so called "essentials". She threw in her shampoo, toothbrush, deodorent, the usual. She also packed her curling iorn, diary, sketchpad, and Mr. SnuggleBuggles, teddy bear since the age of three.

"Your packing that?" Lena turned to see Effie making fun of her teddy in the door way. Effie, always stylish and trendy, stood cross-legged in a pair of lowcut jeans and light pink halter top. With her Ipod in her pocket, she snapped her gum at Lena. "Oh and Lena babe, you should try getting some new clothes, prefferably some that Grandma wouldn't opt to wear." Effie added, snapping her gum again.

"What's wrong with the clothes Grandma wears?" Lena asked, trying to be kind.

"Umm sorry to break it to you but she is 70. You might as well move to Greece and wear her clothes. I don't see much of a differance between the two of you," Effie retorted.

"When did you become so mean?"

"Why are you such a conservative freak?"

"I happen to like the way I dress, thank you."

:"Yeah, becuse your to afraid that some guy may think your pretty. Your too afriad to show some skin aren't we now little Lena."

"Oh go and join a cult Ef,"

"Girls let go!" there mother cut them off. Effie and Lena stared each other down. "Now!" their mother called up to them from the main floor.

"Coming," Effie snarled and they walked down the stairs.

"Carmencita I cannot believe you are leaving!" Carmen's mother said pratically to tears. "Its makes me so sad that my oldest baby is leaving! I can't believe you are all grown up!"

"Well you will always the little one," Carmen tells her, referring to her little sibling.

"But you are my oldest!" Carmens motherr cried, now drowning herself in tears.

"It's okay mama,"Carmen said to her mother, giving her a big hug, "I will visit you."

"I know honey, just remember the three rules."

"Yes mama, get some sleep, go to class, and dont eat the cafeteria food."

"Thats right Carmencita"

"Bridget! Perry! Come down here!" Mr. Vreeland yelled up to his kids. "I have something for the two of you."

"Ooo Presents!" Bridget yelled, galloping down the stairs faster than a horse. Perry followed her listening to his friends demo CD and buring his head in his hoodie.

"Okay kids, Bridget you first" I know you have no idea what your going to major in but by God you are still my soccer star. So I got you this," Mr. Vreeland handed bridget a new navy blue nike duffle.

"Oh dad, you shouldn't have," she told him.

"Look inside it," he told her.

Bridget slowly unzipped the new bag. Unveiled inside was a whole set of new high quality brand name gear. A water bottle, shin gaurds, Socks of many colors, a pall and cleats were all included in this fabulous bag. "Oh my gosh, THANK YOU DADDY!" bridget shouted, practically blowing out her fathers ear drums. "I love it!" she said giving him a giant hug.

"And for Perry, I know that you are going away to study political science, but I am still proud, and I got this for you," Mr. Vreeland told his sun. Perry slowly opened the box, inside was a a publicity radio stasion and a new black hoodie.

"Whoa, Tight" Perry mumbled, putting the car part under his arm, careful not to hit the CD player.

"You two are very welcome" their dad told them. Then he exited the room and returned to his daily duties.

Once he left the room Bridget turned to Perry. "You know you don't have to pretend your Ghetto, we are not poor you know, were from maryland, we don't say things like "tight" and "man" around here." She told here.

"Whatever dude" he told her and then sulked up the stairs.

"An I am NOT a dude!" Bridget yelled after him.

Tibby sat up in her room gathering her video equipment. Her camera, computer softwear tapes, headset and all other tools that she would need for NYU. Nicky was sitting on her bed next to the window. "Tibby, this is where Katherine fell out of the house," he told his sister.

"Don't remind me," Tibyy told him, shaking her head in memory of that summer day. It was a scary thing but yes she learned a lesson or to from it. Tibby had become a lot softer over the years, but still had that sarcastic embelishment to her name.

Tibby finished packing her stuff into her suitcase on wheels. "Here Nicky, jump on this for me," she commanded him. Without any thought nicky jumped up, off the bed, and slammed down onto the suitcase."Okay then," she finished, zipping the last corner.just as she thought she had everything she remembered her money. She had her life savings of 632$ somewhere in her closet; she was on the search to find it.

"Tibby, your cab is here!" Mrs. Rollins yelled up the stairs. Tibby continued to look for her money. "Tibby, cab!" her mother repeated. Still no answer from tibby. "Tabitha Rollins get your but down here now!" her mother screeched up the stairs. Tibby poked her head out from the closet with a wad of green paper.She headed down the stairs.

As Tibby arrived downstairs her mother had a grumpy look on her face. It quickly became sad and a tear rolled down her cheek. "Oh, so your not even bothering to drive me to the airport?" Tibby questioned her parents.

"Sorry hon but Loretta couldn't.."

"Make it until later," Tibby cut her mother off.

"I am sorry hon, I payed your fare for you," her mother told her.

"As if I would have done it myself," Tibby said quietly. She got her bags and started heading towards the door.

"Hon wait!" her mother said be hind her. Tibby whirled around. "I love you" her mother added. They hugged each other. Then she made for the door.