"Muuuum! I can't find my jacket!" I yelled running around my room. "Muuum!" I yelled again after 5 minutes of silence.

"WHAT?" Came a shrilly answer from the kitchen. I groaned, just like her not to hear me!

"I CAN'T FIND MY BLOODY JACKET! OR MY SHOES!" I yelled, not realizing my language. My mums head popped up from the doorway to the kitchen downstairs.

"What did you just say?" She asked me angrily. "You bloody well know what I said you-" I thought angrily. Only 2 minutes before Becca picked me up and I can't find my jacket! My new, beautiful jeans jacket! And why? Because my brother probably took it! And hid it! Just like him! I forced on a smile.

"Mummy, I can't find my jacket, and Becca is going to be here in 2 minutes time. Will you ask your son if he's seen it?" I asked, forcing sincerity in my voice, along with the smile.

"Of course, dear…KYLE! DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR SISTERS JACKET IS?" She yelled up the stairs. "Well, I could've done that," I thought rolling my eyes.

After much convincing, kicking and some screaming (all done by me), I got my jacket from Kyle's room. Putting it on I checked myself in the full length mirror. A tall, thin(ish), 15 year old girl stared back. I smiled, brushing my long black hair. "I look pretty damn good," I thought giggling and twirling around. Then the door opened and Becca came in.

"Practicing for the ballet, are you? You need more lift in the legs!" She said grabbing my foot and lifting it, causing me to fall onto my bed with a soft THUD.

"And you? Practicing karate? I swear, you flip me over one more time I'll-" I said getting up and pushing her playfully.

"Get your team of ballet girl to attack me?" She said cutting me off and returning my push. Then we both started laughing and joking. After a while of that where various pushes and giggles where exchanged, we ran downstairs and to the door.

"Leaving, dear?" My mum asked from the kitchen. It looked like she was washing dishes, but you could never tell with her.

"Yeah, mum, I'll be back around 5?" I asked her questionably. It was 11 now; she usually didn't let us spend all that time at the mall by ourselves.

"Oh, alright, have fun then," She said after some persuading of "It's out last day of freedom!" and "We need new clothes for school!" We thanked her and ran out into the car. Today was gonna be fun.

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2 hours later, Becca and I sat at out favorite café, out wallets considerably lighter than when we left my house. As we ate we talked about school, guys, friends, guys, clothes, well, mostly guys. Out conversations where mostly "Now they're going out" "That's not in style anymore" and "I can't believe they…"

"How LAME was it making us read Harry Potter over spring break?" Becca asked after a silence of us munching on French fries. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. The truth was that I loved to read Harry Potter books, I've read all of them!

"I dunno…" I said scratching my shoulder," I thought it was kinda…interesting," I finished lamely. Becca gaped at me then giggled.

"Turning nerdy on me, eh? Soon you'll be wearing glasses with scotch tape on them and braces," She said meanly. She gets like this, sometimes it takes a while before reality kicks in and she realizes how cruel she was sounding.

"Hey, that's not true. I know plenty of kids with glasses and braces that are cool!" I said defensively. Becca raised and eyebrow then shook her head and sighed.

"Well, I guess the books weren't THAT bad…I liked Cedric," She added winking and we fell into heaps of giggles. I noticed a thin lady with an abnormally long neck and turned Becca by the shoulders so she could see.

"Hey, it's Aunt Petunia," I joked. We both snickered but then something happened that made our blood run cold. She turned to face us.

"Did you say my name?" She asked looking us over. She looked disgusted at the sight of us. I guess she didn't like what we where wearing. I was wearing a mini-skirt and tang top with high-healed sandals and Becca was wearing short-shorts and a red t-shirt with sneakers.

"U-uh, I don't think so, ma'am, we where just…just, uh, kidding around bu…" I trailed off as a fat boy came waddling up. He smiled like he was all that and raised an eyebrow at Becca. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her cringe.

"Mother, what's going on?" He asked in sophisticated tone. "He looks like…like…" I thought but I refused to let the name come into my mind. I slapped myself mentally realizing I was gaping at them and they where staring back.

"We'll be going now," I said quietly taking Becca by the upper arm and steering her away from there.

"We're keeping an eye on them," We said in unison.