Isabel
Alex strode into our home as if he owned it, never once casting his eyes in my direction. Dad had his bags all packed, tucked neatly next to the door. My bags were full, just waiting in my room, as he still hasn’t given me an answer as to whether I was able to tag along or not. I strutted over to Alex, one hand resting on my hip while I tried to give the best mean expression that I could.
Of course, when Alex saw me, he busted out laughing so hard that tears ran down his cheeks. “It's funny how you think you can be even slightly intimidating. That might have worked on me if you were eight, but I think that time has long passed.” After that, Alex could hardly get
