Older brothers. I have more than people could handle. I have 8 brothers. Well one is my twin, but surprise surprise he likes to make it known that he is older. Sometimes it sucks being the only girl, but I wouldn't change it for the world.
My name...
"I miss playing to volleyball," I cried in the car. Today at school we had to send off the team because they get to go to a big tournament.
"You should be good to play next year," Easton told me rubbing my back. I nodded slightly and Apollo had grabbed a tissue and whipped my tears. Nico, Emiliano, and Elijah got in the car.
"What's wrong?," Emiliano asks looking back at me.
"I just miss volleyball," I tell him. He nods and turns on the car. We listen to Nico's music which was lots of rap. We pulled up to the building and Apollo got out and grabbed my wheelchair. He helped get me in it and started pushing me inside. A few of dad's staff greeted us. We got into the elevator and pushed the button to head up. The door dinged and the doors started to open. We walked to the 'runway'. As we try on stuff we will walk out on the runway to make sure you can function in the outfit. But I guess this year I won't have to worry because I'll be in my wheelchair or with a crutch.
"Hi guys! How was school?" Dad asks as we walk in. We tell him about our day while Giovanni, Marcello, and Dante come out with suits on.
Giovanni's:
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