Ok so not much to say, Angella's turn and ya…

I immediately took shock by the news, "Dan- Danellia's father?" I asked.

"Yes! Isn't this great sweetie! We're picking out houses so the 5 of us can live in it!" She cheered.

"Wait five?" I asked, a bit confused.

"You, me, Danellia, Deven, and your soon to be father!" She cheered again.

"Its bad enough we're going to be living with him but why bring THEM?" I said, referring to Danellia and Deven.

"Angella, we're going to be a family. We're still deciding on this one house, and if we buy it then you and Danellia must share a room." She explained.

"Wait what? I want my own room!" I cried.

"Well its either you two share a room or Deven gets the couch." She almost hissed.

"Im fine with that!" I explained.

"But Deven's not! Ok we all are going to have to make some sacrifices!" My mother said, almost crying tone and almost yelling tone.

"YOUR RUINING MY LIFE!" I exclaimed running out of the room, tears filled in my eyes.

"You better get used to it, the marriage is on Saturday!" My mother yelled. Wait, this Saturday? But its Thursday!

After hours of sitting in my room, alone my mom knocks on the door.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"A new beginning." She explained. She then opened the door and sat on my bed.

"Honey, I understand what your going through, but you have to suck it up." She explained.

"Why?" I mumbled.

"Because, for the wedding… We're going to Hawaii!" She exclaimed.

"Oh my gosh! Are you serious?" I said, more shocked then surprised.

"Yes, but you can only go if your going to be a good girl." She said holding out the tickets.

"Ya sure whatever! When do we leave?" I asked, snatching the ticket.

"Tomorrow, right in the morning. So you better get packing." She said.

"Ok! I'll go get 5 suitcases for each of us downstairs!" I cheered, I then ran down stairs to remember the whole reason for Hawaii…

The wedding.

I grabbed the 10 suitcases and jogged upstairs, having a few of them fall every so often.

"Ok, how many days will we be there?" I asked.

"3." My mother answered.

"Ok, then I will pack, 3 times 10 equals 30, divided by 5 equals 6. So six outfits not including pajama's." I told her.

"Wow, when have you became so good in math?" She asked.

"Its not math, its history!" I exclaimed.

"Ok then…"

After hours of packing I fell asleep, only to realize I had to wake up 30 minutes later.

"Honey, its 5 am, we have to get going!" My mother rushed out the door and packed everything in the car.

"Ok." I yawned, exhausted.

After 15 minutes of driving we got there, seeing Danellia in her black and red PJ's and red slippers and Deven in his black worriers T-shirt and black sweat pants. And then Mr. Devial in his red robe, "Glad you could make it." He exclaimed.

"Ya, your lucky we did." My mom smiled.

"Ok come on, we don't want the plane taking off without us." He said.

"Yes we do." Deven whispered.

I went to the trunk to grab my things when Danellia came by my side, "I can help." She said.

"Good for you." I mumbled. She stared at me with a harsh look for several seconds then grabbed the heavy bags out of my moms hands.

"Thank you sweetie." My mom said to her.

"No problem, Miss. Angal." She smiled.

"Danellia, call me Kate." My mom smiled.

"Ok." Danellia smiled, then hurried into the airport with my moms things.

After going through the process we fanilly where sitting down waiting for our plane.

"Flight 10 1 o is prepared for passengers." The speakers said.

"That's our flight." Danellia's father said.

We began walking into the hallway that led to the plane after everyone was yards ahead of me,

"Last time being here, being here…

As a only child."