"Amy, we're leaving. Pack up whatever essentials you need." Emelie ordered as she barged into the room.
"Leaving?" Amy stopped her magic and looked up from the study desk. "What do you mean? Where are we leaving to? What about the food? Did you get them? I'm still kind of hungry–"
"Not now, Amy. Something urgent came up, so hurry up. Pack up about a week's worth of things. We're going to the hotel I'm staying at."
For about five seconds, Amy just stood there wide-eyed as she processed the news. Once she snapped out of her momentary daze, she let out an ear-piercing squeal and transformed into a human tornado.
"Really?! Well, why didn't you say so!".
She dove under her bed, triumphantly yanking out a bright yellow suitcase, and hoisted it onto the mattress. Not bothering to unzip it carefully; she ripped the case open as if she were a kid tearing into a birthday present and turned towards the room with the eyes of a predator.
Then, the blur began.
