1 Leaving Home

The sounds of screeching tires and the smell of burning rubber filled my senses, it made it hard to breathe. The screams around me made me realize the realness of my situation.

Is this really how I die?

5 Hours before the incident

My name is Aurora Jones. I'm sixteen and considered a genius. I was raised in a loving household and lived my whole life being the top at everything. Everyone seemed to love me but no one knew that I worked hard because my family struggled financially. Today was a big moment for my family and I. Today I was going to college to study politics. My dream? To be the next president in the Chinese Government! I know it's a lot to dream, but I thought it over and this was the only thing that I could think of.

"Ro, do you have everything?" Sinae Jones, my eldest sister and confidant. She was a beauty with shimmering blonde hair and clear blue eyes and everyone says I was like a younger version of her. She stood in the bedroom doorway with a questioning gaze as I was putting the final piece of clothing into my suitcase.

I stood and smiled at her, "yep, everything's good." I tell her with a piece sign as I held the suitcase in my other hand.

She stares at me and before I knew what was happening I noticed the tears well in her eyes, "I'm going to miss you so much!" She cries wrapping me into her slender form. I could feel her body shaking as she cried.

I pat her back, "don't cry, I'll be sure to write constantly." I tell her.

She pulls back her face soaked with her snot and tears, no matter what she still looked beautiful, "really? You promise?" She asked. I nod and took her hand.

"I promise!" I exclaimed with a smile.

She wipes her tears and smiles, "you better keep your promise." She says.

The two of us leave my bedroom and made our way through the hall to the living room. We lived in a three bedroom apartment, there are six of us; My mother, father, the eldest son, the eldest daughter, me, and our little brother. Everyone stood waiting for us at the door, all their faces were soaked with tears, seriously I don't detest these types of scenes but it proves how much I differentiate.

I grew up in a very emotional family but I grew up way too mature and sometimes lack the ability to show my emotions. Of course there are times I may have shed a tear but it was quite rare, it made my parents worry the most. I was a very quiet baby that threw no tantrums and the only time I cried involved Senae. It seems I was attached to her from the very beginning.

"My Rora, leaving your parents already! Why grow up so fast!" My father, he was big man with a handsome yet scruffy appearance. Even though he's this large, he's like a soft baby wolf cub with fangs, they usually are only withdrawn when protecting his loved ones. He pulls me into a hug that could have killed anyone, I felt a angry vein form on my temple as I used my hand to push his face away.

"Come on dad, if I was Konoe you could crush me." I tell him with irritation. This is the relationship we have. Since dad is so clingy one must treat him this way.

"You always treat me this way Rora. So mean!!" He cries hiding his face into his big arms. Hes' like this but...I still love him.

"Come on Ro, don't give dad such a hard time today." Mikhail says coming up to me to pat my head. Today he wears a suit that made him sparkle. My eldest brother, Mikhail Jones. He's just as handsome as father, though perhaps he's even more handsome. His blode hair a lighter shade than sister and I and his eyes a darker blue.

I honestly look up to brother Mikhail, but we don't really have that close of a relationship. Perhaps it's because we're eight years apart? I feel closer to my sister who is only four years older than I am. Also because she took care of me while our parents were over seas most times. While Brother had left for the military as soon as he turned eighteen.

"You wouldn't say that if he hugged our cute little brother like that?" I tell him glaring at father.

My mother who held Konoe smiles sweetly, "it's going to be boring once Ro leaves, don't you think Konoe?" Our mother asked the four-year-old Konoe.

I know what you're thinking. What's the deal with the huge age differences between all of us? It's simple really, it was our parents plan. If you asked me why they decided to do that, I'm still not so sure. Another thing is that our parents are still in their early to late fifties. Yeah, they started pretty young.

Konoe pouts and turns his head into mother's bosom, I knew he was doing his best not to cry. Konoe, he may be just like me. I pat his head before turning to leave out.

"Wroe, no go." Konoe says with a quiet whimper. Or he's just really stubborn. I smile as I gather him into my arms and planted kisses on his now tear-streaked chubby cheeks.

"You have to remember your big sister, Konoe." I tell him.

As I left with Mikhail who took me to the bus stop I never once thought that as I waved him goodbye when boarding the bus, that this would be the last time I see them.