Patricia's POV

Finally it is that time of year…no more school, no more homework, no more annoying teachers. Most importantly…no more Victor. A smile crept up my face. No more Victor! Which means no more "it is 10 o' clock, you have 5 minutes precisely then I want to hear a pin…..drop" even though I hear it so much It's still so damn annoying! Then I remember that there are only a couple of months to enjoy freedom.

Hmmm, I'm not going to think about that right now it's depressing. Speaking of depressing, I'm going to miss Joy; she is my best friend after all, right? To make matters worse I can't even hang out with her all summer because I have to spend time with my family…In America!

Out of all places for my family to torture me with their presence, they choose America! Don't get me wrong I have nothing against America, especially where we're going (Miami) it's cute but let's face it…we're British. They all think that we talk like the queen and we love tea and all that. I don't even like it when they say it on TV let alone be in a place full of them. They also think we say stuff like "Elo Governor" um how about …no?

I probably should finish packing I've only gotten half way through it and we leave tomorrow. I started grabbing random clothes and stuffing it in my suitcase when I hear someone knock on the door. I sighed and walked across the room to open the door.

"Yeah?" I said

"Hey Trixie" oh its piper, with that bright 'I'm so perfect' smile on her face, yeah I know, she's my twin but we still have our differences. She's the perfect child who is so talented with her music and stuff. She can play almost every instrument in existence, my musical prodigy of a twin. My parents love her, more than they love me. Why would they love me anyway? I'm the screw up twin the one that always gets in trouble, has no talents…to them anyway. I can play electric guitar but to them it just "causes a ruckus and is a waste of time"

"Hey piper, you need something?"

She strolled into the middle of my room then sat down on my bed. "oh nothing I just thought you might need some help packing"

"And what makes you think I haven't finished packing yet? I can be organised you know"

Piper raised her eyebrow at me and gave me her 'oh really?' look and pointed at my open suitcase at the edge of my bed. She always saw right through me, no point pretending then.

I sighed "Don't baby me piper I can pack my own suitcase"

She looked over at my suitcase again "Trixie, look at it, it's a mess!"

I shrugged "just pure laziness sis" I smiled sarcastically.

She kept shaking her head, urgh I swear she has OCD "You need all the help you can get, come on let's get started!" I dropped my head in defeat and groaned