Snippet #2242837

I glance over at my brother, Andrew, not speaking. The whole journey had been full of silence, both of us unsure of what to say. Butterflies flew in a swarm around my stomach, a constant reminder of where we were going. The car started to slow down, and I realized that we were supposed to place our masks on. I slipped the mask on, which I had been messing with on my lap, something to keep my hands occupied.
"Well," I said, my shaky voice betraying the fact that I was nervous. "I guess this is it." I lanced down at my outfit, before looking up at my brother.
"Stay close to me, Ali," he ordered, though I had been planning to anyway. I nodded as he wrapped an arm around me and led me out of the car.

We walked up to the mansion where a man came over, and started pulling me away from Drew. Andrew pulled me closer, but I was pulled away. I could hear him yelling my name.
"Drew!" I called out. I felt sick. All this pushing around reminded me of my father, and it made me want to take a breath, or get sick, or faint. Or maybe all three at the same time. I was suddenly glad for the mask as my eyes started to tear up.
"Andrew!" I called again, my voice cracking at the end. I started to shove through, but someone gripped my arm tightly, tugging me back. I soon realized it was useless and gave up, letting myself be dragged off.