Gummy bears and Stuffed Rabbit

''Please, I don't want to go,'' I begged my mother. I was willing to get down on my knees if I had to, I was already halfway there.

''Mum, if she doesn't want to go I don't think you should force her,'' Lucas said as he walked into the kitchen, he took out a juice pouch from the fridge and gave it to me with a pat on the head.

''Lucas, sweeties, you spoil her. It's not she's going to die, you know,'' my mother said. She was always softer on Lucas, it wouldn't take much to figure out who was the favoured child.

''But, mum,''

''Enough Lucas, she's going and that's final,'' my mother said decisively before she left the kitchen, probably to have one of the maids pack my bags. I was surprised she didn't give in to him but it was probably because the issue pertained to me.

''Lock I don't want to go,'' I said as tears began racing down my face.

''Hey, Key, it's ok, it's just a few days. I promise I'll be there to pick you up. I know you don't