Jealousy is Genetic

[Madeline Ashford]

Madeline Ashford always knew there was something her parents weren't telling her. Something that was and should have been priority. It was important, she should have been told the very second she was old enough to understand. How could they think that she wouldn't want to know. Of course she would want to know. Who ever said, no i don't want to know that i have a half-brother you dimwits forgot to tell me about? Exactly, No-one. How could they have failed to reveal such important information? It was infuriatiting that they would have thought so little of her to not even bother to tell her. Maddie sighed, for it was not this thought that infuriated her the most. Oh no, her jealousy was strung to something much worse. Even worse for more was the fact that her supposed half-brother, was not only a twin but he was also a wizard. A f*cking wizard! He went to a magic school and she didn't! He got to leave whenever he wanted! She didn't get to do whatever she wanted to do! She had to listen to her stupid parents, with all their stupid rules. Who cared anyway! Stupid things had to much going for them anyway, with his no good father in New Zealand, with his stupid cousins and dumb twin. That meant she had two half-brothers, though she'd only met one. She wasn't one for thinking that she particularly wanted to meet her other brother anyway. He was probably some dumb, stupid teenager anyway. She groaned as she kicked the door closed and pulled all the draws out of all the places in Drake's room. She wouldn't have to clean it up, because she could do no wrong for her parents, but she was in a b!tchy mood, so she wanted to make Drake suffer through her anguish.

She turned around and kicked his desk, snapping the leg and making it tumble, cracking the screen to his computer. She grinned and walked over to his bed, ripiing the blankets off and strewning them across the room. She grabbed a letter opened from the broken desk and stabbed it into the matress, ripping it open. She wanted Drake to have to do as much work as possible. She grinned evilly and opened the door. Drake had just walked into the house. She could hear him. Quickly she ran out of his room, shutting his door behind her and rushed down the length of the hallway and into her own room. Wait until he saw that. Then he'd know her anger.

 

[Drake Kuya]

Drake ran his fingers through his hair and allowed the owl to fly off his shoulder, heading in the direction of New Zealand.Justin was hopefully going to bbe allowed to come to France and stay for Atleast half the holidays. The only problem? Drake had neglected to tell his mother about this and so she had no idea, besides, he knew she'd say no, or she'd say yes and not allow Justin to go home, just to spite his father. So he had a different plan, Justin can come in secret, their dads already knew, so all Justin had to do was wear his contacts aand impersonate Drake, it couldn't be too hard, surely he had nnot changed that much. He entered the French Manor that was his mothers house that was one thing about his mother, she knew how to live. He looked around, and saw something very suspicious, Madeline running from his room and into her own. He glared at her small figure as it disappeared. He didn't trust her, and thank the spirits that he wwas a light sleeper, because he had heard her in his room many times, looking for his wand, which he kept safe and sound on his body at all times. Like right now, it was tucked on his sleeve. Drake scaled the stairs of the house, and opened his bedroom door, his grey eyes turning several shades darker with anger. She had totally destroyed his bedroom. Drake felt rage build up inside him, and before he could even tthink, his bedroom mirror broke. Brilliant, he liked that mirror, andit wwas one of the onky things that was not destroyed from the monster that hhe shared tthis house with. One of thspese days, he was going to kill her.

He stormed to her bedroom, and swung open her door, there she was, sitting and acting aas ifif she'd done nothing, too bad ffor her, her parents weren't home, which meant that Drake could do anything he wanted, like trashing her room. And that's what he did. He threw her chest of draws to the ground, all her little girlie-breakable things shattering on the ground. He threw one of her orized snow globes into her mirror, watching it shatter to a million pieces on her floor. He didn't care if she screamed at him, he was far bigger than hher, there was no way sshe could stop him by force. When he felt he'd done enough destruction fir one day, he stared coldly at the thing that was aapparently related to hhim. ''That is what you get.'' He growled, leaving her room and slamming her door shut.
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