I'm sorry this chapter is really short, but it's CHRISTMAS, ppl

Chapter Two: iDon't like it this way

"It's okay, I can carry my own luggage," I said. Yeah, I said. I can carry my own luggage to my own personal corner of HELL. So it was officially the last day of my life. It's the last day of anyone's life if they have to move in with Freddie's mom. The fact that I was moving across the hall was stupid and pointless.

I did NOT want this to happen, but when Mrs. Benson went to the hospital to have Spencer make me move in with them, he just said, "Sure. Go away." She took that as a yes—and, according to the law, Spencer is my guardian. I was FORCED to move here.

sob

"I'm sure you can, sweetie," said Mrs. Benson, and I almost THREW UP. Her sickly sweet voice sounded like medicine for a cold—but it had the opposite effect, I think I actually got sick.

Is this a summary of my time with the Bensons?? I really hope not—because if it is, Freddie's going to be really upset when I change my name and move to Rio.

Okay, Carly, calm down. Everything's all right, even if you don't think so.

You're not going to Rio de Janeiro anytime soon, or that's what Mrs. Benson thinks.

I opened the door to Freddie's apartment. It's an exact copy of mine, but....

Oh my god!!!

Inside the apartment where my couch would have been was a giant first aid kit. It was like the one Mrs. Benson brought in when I got a cold three weeks ago ... but here it seemed bigger, no matter how much more it fit into her apartment than into mine.

There were two seats next to it and a table with at least eleven different disinfectants. ELEVEN. Where I had my computer back at home had a crappy computer—but it had stickers on it saying:

Play cyber safe!

Watch what you're typing!

Mommy is watching you!

And, my favorite, The Internet will rot your brains!!

And, and—Freddie has a laptop.

"So," I said, about an hour after I'd first seen their weird house, "Can I go home now?"

"Don't be silly," said Mrs. Benson. "You haven't seen Freddie's room yet."

That was weird. "Why would I want to see Freddie's room, Mrs. Benson?"

"Because that's where you'll be sleeping." What?! I did NOT sign up to sleep in Freddie's room. Do you know how LOUDLY he snores (Sam's project, not mine)????

"Where's Freddie sleeping?"

"His room, sweetheart. You know we don't have a guestroom."

WHAT!?

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