Okay Barbie

This might seem like a clechay and it probably is. Raven lives in a house with her aunt after her parents died in a bushfire in their old coastal town. She's been shipped off to now bunk with Aunt Stephanie in her tight villa, who isn't as pleasant as she sounds.


9. Startling

"But how?" I demanded sourly. "How is that possible? You're my Aunt Stephanie--aren't you?" 
"Sorry you had to hear this way." Aunt Stephanie snarled, hardly sincerely. Effy was laughing to herself. Apparently my shock-stricken face was hillarious. 
"Are you kidding me?" I choked. "You're a kidnapper!" 
"Shut up." Aunt Stephanie ordered. "I'm not." 
"Then what are you?" I shouted. "I want to know! Or I'll tell--someone."
"So scary, so demanding," Aunt Stephanie mused. "Well whatever. I'll tell you." 
Effy was lost for words, yet she tugged at Aunt Stephanie's shirt like a four-year-old girl wanting money for the ice cream truck. 
"What? Aren't we leaving?" 
"She deserves to know. I am running away with all her money." 
"WHAT?" I screamed. Money hadn't meant so much  to me all until now. 
"Effy's--what do you call it?--my partner in crime, if you will. It began when I was searching files and came across your parents will and all of those zeros . . . I'm a former police woman. Quit my job for you."
"Aren't you just a ray of sunshine." I sneered. "You can't do this." 
"Isn't that more important that a kidnapper? Maybe not important, but who cares? I've got your money, all four--maybe I won't say out loud." 
I shook my head with disgust. It couldn't be the end. I was lost. I didn't even know if I was in my home country. For all I knew, I was half way across the world. 
"Where's the money?" 
"My bank account." 
If she had a bank account--she had a card. 
"I'll get the car running." Effy told my Aunt. Or--not my aunt. That was when the adrenaline kicked in. I was mad. I drove forward so fast, my feet couldn't keep up. I managed to stay upright and my bolt threw Aunt Stephanie right off her feet and onto her back. I searched her pockets. She kicked and hit me. Effy came to the rescue but before she could lie any of her fingers on me, I jabbed her right in the lungs with my razor sharp elbow. She fell back in pain, yelping and throwing a complete fit. 
"Give me the card!" I shouted. Aunt Stephanie was determined after she heard what I wanted. I felt something hard in her pocket and tugged at it, whilst fighting hard to get to it. It was her purse. I needed the card, but if I had the wallet, I could expose her face(photo) to the police. Once I'd found them . . .
That's when I broke free, her purse in my grasp. 
I took off in the opposite way, gasping. My lungs were quavering, I felt utterly sick. I heard boots behind me, off and on the snow. Until finally I didn't hear them. That was when Aunt Stephanie called out to Effy to start the car. I was speedy. More than I thought I was. And I was determined. 


More than I'd ever been in my entire life. 

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