TravelIt was a kind of gloomy but in a good way, Tuesday morning in Castletown. It might’ve seemed like a very peaceful day actually. But it wasn’t. Holly forced herself to stop trying to pick the lock like in one of her favorite mystery movies, Science of The Undead. Her favorite character, Ruby Bloom had picked the lock to get out of the lair. Right then, Holly wished she could be Ruby. In fact, she wouldn’t mind being Ruby until the very end of the movie-when she was bitten and unless you’ve watched it a thousand times, the scary dead hand at the end. But the worst part would be moving to Huffletown tomorrow. If she hadn't been so upset, she would've watched a chick flick, and sh*t, what were the points of those?
Holly was always confused when it came to chick flicks. The last one she had watched had starred Dacey (plain and simple name, you can search up Dacey and she just shows up) but that's not her point. Her REAL problem was moving. And for one thing, no one in the family like traveling. Except her father. Holly had been lucky her dad had named her, but all of her siblings (yes all 7 female genders of them) were named after places she had visited. China, Australia, India, Brazil, Argentina, Germany and Paris. But all of that...all of that didn't MATTER to her. She liked Castletown the way it was. No way else.
As long as she was locked in there she would have to live in a jumpsuit and jumpsuits weren’t in. If she could look up the dictionary word for jumpsuit it would say. Jump-sue-t; 1. Disgusting clothing that will make you die just by the touch. 2. A reason to hide from school at all times possible. 3. A great punishment for all teens. Personally, Holly liked jumpsuits. But while Argentina was alive and popular, there was no way she would be able to snuggle into one. ’ Qu'avez-vous fait?’’ whispered. “Comment est-ce ma faute?’’ said the other. I looked closer into the peephole next to my movie "area". There my parent's were, in all their French glory, talking...I tried to listen more closely, but I remembered I hadn't packed. Great. This was going to be...just...great.