Chapter one- The War*

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Chapter one- The War

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"Shawty's like a melody in my head

That I can't keep out

Got me singin' like

Na na na na everyday

It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay

Shawty's like a melody in my head

That I can't keep out

Got me singin' like

Na na na na everyday

It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay

Remember the first time we met

You was at the mall with your friend

I was scared to approach you

But then you came closer

Hopin' you would give me a chance"

I sang along to my 'stressed-and-worried' song.

To say I was stressed and worried was nothing compared to what I was actually feeling.

I listened to only this song this whole summer. And it didn't help that we have to sing this for Summer Chorus. The concert was tomorrow after school and usually, everyone stays to watch because they don't get much homework on the first day.

I finished my 30th drawing of the day and tacked it up onto my spongy bulletin board.

The thing is, I draw and sing different songs with certain emotions. For example, my happy song is "Forever Young" by Jay-Z. I'm weird like that.

I sighed and leaned back in my rolling chair as I sat and admired my work on the board above my dark coffee colored wooden desk.

I started grabbing for a clean sheet of paper to bring another horse into the world, when my brother, Hunter, screamed my name.

"I'm coming!" I shouted back and I quickly slipped out of my pajamas and threw on a T-shirt with leggings to match.

I got down to see Hunter pouring his favorite red fruit punch that we get once a month.

Why once a month?

My idiot brother here went sorta... high on fruit punch and my parents, now, they never punish us, we only get a few lectures here and there, but they dedided on a new rule that we can only buy it on the first week of the month and we can't buy anymore than one at a time.

And to my very immature brother, that was like torture to him when the rule was first established. He acted like a girl who had just found out their first 'love of their life' has cheated on them. He was a mess.

And it was hilarious. Well, for me at least.

It was the fifth of September today so he was allowed to buy more until the seventh and this was his fourth liter he bought this week.

"Hey, bro. What did you want?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"I made breakfast."

"Thanks. Where's Rosie?" I asked as I sat down in front of the heap of deliciousness. "She'd want some."

"Rosie is still at a friends house," I glared at Hunter. "She wanted to stay over and the parents didn't seem to mind! They had adults watching her! Two of them! She's safe! Please don't drink my juice!"

I smirked while taking a bite into my food. Yum. Hunter had a gift, and it is to make chocolate chip pancakes. If this was heaven, I'm there.

As I poured syrup on my third pancake, the doorbell rang. I waited for Hunter to get up to answer it but he was leaning against the island table and just stared intently at his drink.

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