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Originally Posted by Anna Banana "You said it, not me," she snapped, spinning back around, doing her best to look like she hadn't been crying. She stared him down, taking a few moments to draw in several deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself down. Choking on a sob, she started coughing a little, giving her a few minutes of distraction while she tried to shove the harsh words out of her mind and away from her tongue.
For a reason she was sure she'd never quite know, she covered her ears when he tried to remind her that he was still their father's son and still her own brother. Over the summer, she'd allowed herself to just forget that there were others she'd left behind. It had been easier for her to adjust that way, but now Alex was causing all of that to come back to her. "Yes," she answered, "it is too much to ask. We're none of your business." Even as she said the words, though, she knew she was wrong. Choking back another sob, she quietly added, "Fine." "I have to go," she announced. MERLIN she was stubborn. GAH sometimes he wished that Anna had been his twin. She was so much happier than Sierra was most of the time. Glaring at her and crossing his arms moodily, he just listened to her. Whatever, he didn't care anymore. If they didn't want him there, FINE. He hoped he lost an arm in a hippogriff accident or something just so they'd feel SUPER HORRIBLE for treating him like this. Then when he was on his death bed they'd all gather in his hospital room, sobbing and wishing they'd been nicer to him when he was at school... "Well then don't expect to hear ANYTHING about Mum from me. Ever again. I'm never going to tell you anything about us ever again," he snapped. He knew he sounded incredibly immature and selfish right then, but SHE was being selfish too. Oh how he wish he was at home right now! He wanted his mum. He just wanted to cry in her arms, because she wouldn't judge him like the rest of his schoolmates. He was just 12 years old, he didn't need this dramaaaa! "Me too," he said, even though he'd actually been planning on sitting here drawing for a while until Sierra had shown up. Now he just wanted to sleep and cry. He REALLY hoped the dormitory was empty. He did NOT want to have to deal with people right now, not even his own housemates.
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