[center][h3][color=FF407E]Rebel[/color][/h3][/center]

The frazzled woman that was Rebel accepted the keys quite similar to a weary traveler of a desert may accept water: thankfully. [color=FF407E]"Sorrythankyou,"[/color] Rebel muttered, jumbling her words together to lessen the time that shed have these poor people suffer at the sight of her shirtless brother dancing to yet another [url=https://youtu.be/pIOOwhmkoLo] song.[/url] [i][color=FF407E]What year do they think it is?[/color][/i] Rebel couldn't help but wonder with the bubbling irritation that broke through her chagrin. Although was distracted for  a moment at the spectacle of the mention of aliens. It was rather odd for people to have animal parts, but Rebel just figured they were of the cosplayer variety. 

She took her chance, waving to get her brothers' attention. The wannabe boy band halted their further embarrassment on Rebel's family name and quickly started picking up boxes and what not. Rebel would have helped, but the Bro-Trip™ squad had already made it a challenge as to see if they could carry everything in one trip. Nothing was broken that she could see, so she did her only job of finding her room and unlocking it.

Her first impression would be excitement despite the terrible first impression she must have made to the uncaring crowd of strangers she'll most likely barely know. This would be the first time she's lived on her own, her new life was full of possibilities. One being she wouldn't have to be awake during the daylight hours, usually having been woken up by her family of sun worshippers. Not to mention she was glad at the fair price of rent that's easily affordable on her starving artist salary. [i][color=FF407E]Things are really looking up![/color][/i]

The sound of her brothers' and their friends struggling to carry what seemed to be everything at once sounded through the door. Everything seemed to be accounted for. Her unpaid movers arranged the furniture with her small voiced instructions echoing in the emptiness of the apartment that began to be filled and look like home. Or rather like a college student's dorm. Her tube TV her dad found at a garage sale sat on the floor, her makeshift coffee table that was her old coloring table as a child (with the same crayoned scribbles), as well the pillowed top of a twin mattress (the box spring wouldn't fit in the trailer). 

As soon as everything was arranged, packed boxes unpacked to double check she had everything, she highly suggested that her entourage ought to leave as their Bro-Trip™ was awaiting. But of course they couldn't leave before the family said goodbye. Or rather Rebel's siblings each putting her in a choke hold while sobbing how much they'd miss her. She couldn't wait for them to leave and give her a chance to miss them.

[color=FF407E]"Repollo, Aceituna,"[/color] she chastised, longing to be alone and hoped using their nicknames would work, [color=FF407E]"we can always video chat, remember? I'll visit during holidays."[/color] This brightened up their mood, although they continued coddling their sister, practically dragging her back out into the open as she struggled like a cat being given a bath. [url=https://youtu.be/XOwdqjDCKQA]music[/url] playing from their still running car. She almost wished someone stole their car so she wouldn't have to suffer this much. 

Freed, albeit with much effort she barely had, she waved goodbye, the music temporarily turned down and all inhabitants of the car stuck their heads out. [b]"Bye Cebolla!"[/b] They shouted to the heavens. 

And that was when and where Rebel died inside, her soul could be seen escaping from her body as they revealed her ridiculous name to the world. How much she's hated the cruel and oddly specific family tradition of naming a child after food their mother craved during her pregnancy. 

In a blur, she rushed past the group, despite none of them probably really paying attention and locked herself in the new home. The poor onion titled child was never to be seen again. At least for the time being if a fire didn't break out that day.