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-Chapter Nine-

    A sleek black car pulled up into the driveway. Through the tinted windows I could see a shadowed silhouette of a woman and as she exited the vehicle it felt like déjà vu. Only I was at my dad's house rather than in front of the apartment building.

    "Hello, Jaclyn." Kate Meyer stated and I found myself glaring at her sunglasses. They once again kept her eyes a mystery.

    "Kate." I muttered grudgingly. The door opened behind me but I didn't even bother looking back to see who it was.

    "Hello Ms. Meyer, Jackie." My father's voice boomed as he shook hands with the social worker. "Sorry about this whole thing."

    "Sir, it doesn't bother me. It is my job." Her voice was cold and emotionless; a definite stereotypical business person. The door swung open again only this time I did look, only to find Liza and Becca walking down the porch steps to greet everyone.

    "Well, I guess this is goodbye." Liza was looking directly at me. "It was nice to have you here, hon." She was lying through her teeth and hon? Are you serious? She looked like she was about to hug me but thought better of it and just stuck out her hand.

    I stared down at her ivory palm but said nothing or made no movement to meet it. Abruptly, Liza pulled it back and turned her attention over to the social worker. Becca, however, was still staring at me. Her expression was unreadable.

    "Are we giving her a ride to the airport?" Becca asked with the same vacancy in her voice as Kate's.

    "No, honey that is Ms. Meyer's job," her mother replied looking down at the porcelain creature beside her.

    "Good."

    I looked up from the stoned pavement to glower at Becca. She was so confident so sure of herself, so high and mighty on her little platform. I wanted to spit at her face or pounce on her and rip her to shreds. She wanted me here, that was extremely obvious, but she was pretending not to care just to get under my skin.

    And, of course, it worked.

    "May we go... now?" I asked peering over at Kate from the corner of my eye.

    "That would probably best." She gave a simple nod to my dad, Liza, and Becca before swaying over to her car. I held my bag tightly and trailed after her. At the moment I wanted nothing more than to get out of this place.

    And as the car drove down the day lit road I looked back once. The pale Barbie's were staring back at me. One stared with anger and the other with an emotion that could only be perceived as sadness. My father was also gazing after me but his expression was too diverse to be comprehended.

    But there I sat knowing that this was what I deserved. After that one little week of being a bitch maybe it would be good for me to get away from them and stop causing so much trouble and stress in their lives.

    They deserved so much better than me.

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    Kate and I entered the terminal where our flight was being called. "Flight number 43" the speaker kept on repeating like a broken record. My bag was left where the entire luggage were supposed to go so I had no load to carry.

    I felt light, too light, and almost buoyant as if I could just float in midair. Sometimes I even felt lightheaded which was not good because I didn't want to faint in the middle of the airport.

    Different people lined up in front and in back of us as we readied to give the person our tickets.

    Puerto Rico wouldn't be so bad. I remembered when I was little and my mother brought me there for Spring Break. Aunt Guadalupe, or Lupe as she told everyone to call her, was a very kind woman that I knew would take great care of me.

    She was taller than me than, and much wider, but that was how she should look. Happy, nice and round; it just seemed right. Alejandro was her son that was my age. I remembered that he was nothing at all like his mother. He was serious and skinny but most of all a grump; kind of like his father Uncle Tico.

    They all know how to speak English so my stay there wouldn't be as difficult as it could've been. Lupe was my mom's older sister so they had a few resemblances but I clearly remembered her explaining that my mother had always been prettier.

    Somehow during my thoughts I had ended up in the middle of the passageway between two very different worlds. One of them I belonged in, but the other one not so much. I looked back one last time (ignoring the angry people who wanted me to keep on moving) and stared.

    "Jaclyn." Kate barked before gripping my arm and prying me forward. Even though I was much taller than her she managed to do so.

    Once in my spot, I jumped over to the window and stared out at the cemented ground. This was my last day in Warwick, my last day in a world that had persistently tried to shove me out until I finally let it. I was not accustomed to giving up so it left a small hollow lump in my stomach.

    Beside me Kate was pulling out her laptop and beginning to tap away at it. I didn't feel like being nosy and peering over the small space between us so I just kept gazing out the window. Becca had been determined to make me the perfect sister for me and I had let her down more than anyone else back there.

    Even more than I had let down myself.

    But this was for the best; me going to Puerto Rico and Becca and her family staying back there in that little town of Warwick. Mistake or not this was probably for the best. No, it was for the best.

    It took at least a half an hour for the plane to finally take off from the ground and begin flying into the clouded and bright sky. But that last half an hour felt like a lifetime, and all the while I couldn't stop thinking about Becca's words; the words that perplexed my mind that very first day.

    One thing is missing.

    You.

    But I wasn't the missing puzzle piece to their family, right?

(Author's Note: The subscriptions should work now (I got a few messages about it), but I will still keep you all posted. And if you haven't already check out the intro to another story I am doing called: Ravenwood Manor.)

(Don't worry this is not the end in fact, I am planning on making this story fairly longer than my last few.)