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You is kind, you is smart, you is important
As Archer's seemingly egotistical remarked made it's way into the air, Alanis shook her head in criticism while she just stared in his direction for a few moments more before turning her attention to street that they were approaching. Returning to her family home always seemed to prove draining. Alanis allowed her opinions to be heard about each, and everything that she thought was ridiculous, and neither did her mother, nor step-father appreciate it at all. Though her mother always told her that she didn't have to be so independent, she never truly felt welcomed in that house.
After a spending a little time in her own thoughts, Alanis looked back over between Mickie and Archer talking to one another. Mickie was nodding her head to Archer as she agreed with what he thought was ideal. And finally, after a bit of minor directions, they had arrived at their destination: The Family House. Alanis looked out of the window, her eyes staring at the residence, as if she were searching at it brick by brick. A forceful sigh found it's way from her lungs throughout her mouth.
The whistle caused Alanis to look over from the passenger seat with her eyebrow raised. And of course, Archer, with all of his cleverness, expressed yet another joke about Alanis. She just narrowed her eyes at him once again, finding no point to even comeback a retort at the moment.
Mickie, on the other hand, continued to smile and snicker about the joke about her older sister. "Not all of us can seem so regal, Alanis." Mickie had mocked in a British-accent, as she brushed her hair out of her face with her hand.
Alanis just scoffed at the comments that the two of the made against her, and motioned toward the door handle to try to open. "Right, Mickie. I feel so hurt~-- Now, open the door." Alanis ordered her younger sister. And with that command, they both struggled to grab the handle of the door. "If--I-- can. Just GET over some." Alanis complained as she strained herself to reach to get it.
Finally, after all of their struggling, Mickie was able to pull the handle of the door, and it swung open without an issue. Mickie had crawled from her sister's lap and out of the vehicle. And at last, they both were able to breathe comfortably. Mickie waved back at Archer when she got situated and settled from where she was. "Thanks for the ride!" She yelled before she ran through the black iron gateway.
Soon, Alanis had stepped out of the low-sitting, sports car and turned to bend down and look at Archer. "Just give me a few seconds, I'll see her inside, and then I'll be right back." She informed him before shutting the car door back, for she definitely didn't want to be left here with the lot of them. She then followed suit after her younger sister through the iron gate.
After a spending a little time in her own thoughts, Alanis looked back over between Mickie and Archer talking to one another. Mickie was nodding her head to Archer as she agreed with what he thought was ideal. And finally, after a bit of minor directions, they had arrived at their destination: The Family House. Alanis looked out of the window, her eyes staring at the residence, as if she were searching at it brick by brick. A forceful sigh found it's way from her lungs throughout her mouth.
The whistle caused Alanis to look over from the passenger seat with her eyebrow raised. And of course, Archer, with all of his cleverness, expressed yet another joke about Alanis. She just narrowed her eyes at him once again, finding no point to even comeback a retort at the moment.
Mickie, on the other hand, continued to smile and snicker about the joke about her older sister. "Not all of us can seem so regal, Alanis." Mickie had mocked in a British-accent, as she brushed her hair out of her face with her hand.
Alanis just scoffed at the comments that the two of the made against her, and motioned toward the door handle to try to open. "Right, Mickie. I feel so hurt~-- Now, open the door." Alanis ordered her younger sister. And with that command, they both struggled to grab the handle of the door. "If--I-- can. Just GET over some." Alanis complained as she strained herself to reach to get it.
Finally, after all of their struggling, Mickie was able to pull the handle of the door, and it swung open without an issue. Mickie had crawled from her sister's lap and out of the vehicle. And at last, they both were able to breathe comfortably. Mickie waved back at Archer when she got situated and settled from where she was. "Thanks for the ride!" She yelled before she ran through the black iron gateway.
Soon, Alanis had stepped out of the low-sitting, sports car and turned to bend down and look at Archer. "Just give me a few seconds, I'll see her inside, and then I'll be right back." She informed him before shutting the car door back, for she definitely didn't want to be left here with the lot of them. She then followed suit after her younger sister through the iron gate.