I'm new here, and lowkey don't know what I'm doing but I hope you like this. It's my first fanfic so... um, yah!
The car lurched to a sudden stop, sending a flow of panic to my brain. I let my outward expression remain as perfectly calm as it always does, but inwardly, I was overflowing with anxiety and dread.
What have I gotten myself into this time?
Launchpad paused the Limo at an old grey gate, obviously uncomfortable with the silence. As he did, I slowly got my suitcase as I prepared to leave the limo, enslaved to the thoughts lengthening in my head.
I glanced at Dewey, staring blankly at our mother who sat at the passenger seat. I could tell his every thought, just by looking at him. He was-for the first time- questioning our moms judgment, questioning that maybe, just maybe, his Idol was wrong. Just that one thought, was confusing him so much that he had no words to say. A very rare thing for him to do.
Huey was facing away from me, pretending to be focused on whatever was outside the window. Poor Huey was probably having multiple mixed feelings and not knowing what to with them. He always struggled with expressing his emotions, both about himself and other people. His usual method was to bury them deep inside, ignore them and pretend they're not there, but I wasn't sure if that would work now. He looked like he was about to either burst to tears or explode in anger.
I was leaving, leaving the mansion, my family, my brothers... all against my own wiil.
Let me explain...
This is kinda like a prologue, just to start off the story line, sorry if it's kinda short...