I couldn't stop crying. My older sister had just got off the phone. She told me the news. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. Who knows where we'll go. We just lost our favorite two people in the world, with no one else to run to. My sister told me to grab my suitcase and start packing, or find a job quick, but I'm not old enough. We still have to tell my two little sisters. They're identical twins, inside and out. I reminded her and she said she would tell them. "Just don't worry about it, ok?" How could I not worry! "We have nowhere to go Tiff! What am I supposed to do?! Pretend like this didn't happen and everything will be alright?! Because it won't Tiff! And I just know it!" I screamed. "Quiet down, we don't want the twi-"
"What's going on?" They both asked, at the same time. "Bri. Go upstairs. Now," she said. I stomped upstairs. So many emotions were flying around me. I don't know what to do about it. I started packing. I could hear the conversation downstairs. "Emma, Emily. I need to tell you something. And your not gonna like it." I just know Tiff is having a hard time telling them this. She doesn't want to, but she's knows she should. "Guys. Mom and dad," she could barely keep her breath with her, "are, gone." The twins didn't get it. "Where? Mexico?" Emma asked. "Hawaii?" Emily asked. "No guys," Tiff said. She was sniffling. "They're, dead."