Tyler Harrison

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Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Clearly annoyed, the man paused the tape and opened the door just enough so only he could see who it was. "This is extremely inconvenient Mr. Harrison," the man hissed. No. Please let it not be him, please let it not be him.

"I'm sorry Mr. Anderson. I was giving my lovely sister a shoulder to cry on," the person on the other side of the door said casually, in a voice that would've made me swoon two years ago. The first man, "Mr. Anderson", opened the door with a glare on his face. He let the person on the other side of the door. I closed my eyes and looked again but there was no denying the sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. I instantly began using some very "colorful" language in my head as the boy sauntered in and "just so happened" to plop down next to me. Mr. Anderson played the tape again. it explained who got what, who my grandma loved, politics and blah blah blah blah blah blah. "Hey beautiful, could you survive without me?"

"First, don't call me beautiful. And actually we all had a big party the night after you left. So incase your pea sized brain couldn't process what I just said, you weren't missed," I huffed, turning away.

" Is there a problem?" Mr. Anderson asked in that "I-hate-my-job voice.

"Not at all," the boy also known as Tyler said innocently. "Makenna and I were just mourning the death of our wonderful grandmother." Mr. Anderson nodded and proceeded with the tape.

"Suck up," I muttered.

"Killjoy," he replied.


After the tape was over, Mr. Anderson gestured to half of the people in the room and told them to go back to the main room. I wasn't on that side. As soon as the door closed behind the group of people, Mr. Anderson turned to the remaining handful of people in the room. I noticed that only my closest relatives were left. "Congratulations," began Mr. Anderson. "If you are in this room, you were chosen by Lillian to be given a certain opportunity." Tyler smirked at me.

" Technically, you aren't related to her," I hissed.

"But I was still chosen by her to be given a rare opportunity," he smirked.

"Wow," I whispered sarcastically."You win the gold star!" God, I hate him so much.

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