Life is sweet, I thought as I skipped to the park, with my little sister Bexa. Bexa was only three, and I had been allowed to take her for a walk on the park. Bexa loved the park, it is like her heaven. I love her gorgeous smile when she sees it, the way she looks around, wondering what she should do first! Then she'd clamber onto the swings and the two of us would have fun until it started to get dark, then we would walk home and talk about each others life. Then when we got home, we'd have some dinner and I would read Bexa a story and she would go too bed Bexa was my life. I didn't HAVE friends but I didn't care, Bexa was my gorgeous little sister and I knew we would always be friends. We would never fight like older sisters, when we married we would both be each others bridesmaids. My happy dream was ruined this time though.
"YOU STUPID IDIOT! I DON'T WANT TO BE MARRIED TO YOU ANYMORE!"
My mother yelled to my father.
"WELL FINE. I'M MOVING OUT."
I knew what was going to happen. Me and Bexa would be torn apart by our arguing mother and father. One would go with each. I didn't care who I went with. But I wanted to go with Bexa. Or I'd have nothing...




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" I cried so much I just couldn't stop. I missed school for a whole week as mum said I needed some time to get over it. Then on the next wednesday, she came up to me