We finally pull into our driveway, and I get out.
Our house is three stories and blue, with white trim and doors.
Grandma Boyne stands in the doorway.
I slowly walk up the steps to stand in front of her.
Her arms are crossed and she eyes me suspiciously.
She is tall and thin, with a tight gray bun on top of her head.
She's a grouch.
And she lives with us.
"Hi, Nana."
I say as I walk past her.
"Hello, Alima."
She says stiffly.
She always calls me by my middle name.
It's probably cause it's her middle name too.
Yes, sadly, I was named partly after her.
Mom says that Nana used to smile before Grandpa died, but that was before I was born so I don't remember it.
After grabbing an apple from the kitchen,
I hurry up the two sets of stairs to my room.
It's large, with its own walk in closet and bathroom.
I LOVE my room.
I flop down on my bed, and look up at my black ceiling.
All my walls and the ceiling is black.
I painted them with chalkboard paint, that way I can draw on them.
One whole wall is cover in "wHy?" over and over and over.
I wrote them after my dad passed away.
"Kirstin!" My mother calls from down stairs. I sigh and stand. I really don't want to talk to her.
Two weeks ago, I woke up to her crying into Dr. Bobs shoulder. And he had his arms around her! Not just some friendly embrace. Yeah, I was mad. Still am.
That's why I'm not talking to her.
"Kirstin, please come here! You have a visitor."
I groan, and open the door.
Then I trudge down the stairs.
My mom stands wringing her hands at the bottom.
"Honey, this is your Aunt Gisela."
My mother says tightly, motioning to the beautiful blonde haired woman standing beside her.
The woman smiles. But not a kind smile.
"I was your fathers sister."
She says quietly.
I raise an eyebrow.
"I thought he was an only child?"
The woman laughs.
"Is that what he told you? Well he isn't. More like wasn't. We didn't always get along. That's probably why he never told you about me." She says with a clenched jaw. Then she smiles again.
"How about you come stay with me for a while?"
Panic rises in my mother eyes.
"Gisela-"
The woman cuts her off with a glare, and my mom looks to the floor.
Something seems fishy.
"I...don't know."
I say slowly.
A small gleem of hope comes to my mother's eyes, and my heart hardens.
"I guess I'll come." I say.
The hope evaporates and a tear slips down my mother's cheek.
"Good girl." The smiling Gisela says.
"I'll go pack a bag." I say, turning.
But the woman grabs my bad arm.
"No need."
Then she pulls a necklace from her pocket and holds the crystal up to the light.
A beam shoots out, and she pulls me toward it. I close my eyes as a warm sensation fills my body and I hold back a scream.
When I open my eyes, we are standing in the forest, and she is holding a gun to my head.

(Okay guys I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY for the mix up! And I'm trying to update!
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