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Chapter Two

 I ignored my hair for the first time, and stepped into the shower.

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 As I wrapped a towel around me, someone knocked on the door. "Twenty minutes."  A muffled voice yelled out through the door. With a quick nod, I combed out my short hair and put on clothes once I was dry enough.

 We were visiting my grandmother. She was married. A year or two after my mother was born, my grandfather died from the war. I don't remember exactly which war, but it wasn't pretty. None of them were. My grandmother chose to be in the military once my mom was twelve, avenging her husband's death, I guess.

Half an hour passed and we suddenly stopped at a depressing house with chipped brown paint over wood that seemed to be splitting in splinters the length and width of my pointer-finger. We hadn't been there in years. Since I was six, I believe. 

As soon as the door opened to a tough-lookinge lady around her 60's, two little... monsters jumped on her like a robber easily stealing the tiny pink purse of a fragile old lady, but my brothers didn't literally. They shouted and yelled, one of them even squawked like a bird. "WHO GETS IT?!"

You see, reader, our grandmother always gave either the 10-year-old one or the 11-year-old boy a gift. Not a cheap, dollar-store toy or something. Expensive toys. I haven't been there in eight years,  but my brothers came annually. I was somehow curious who was going to get the gift. . .

"Kori gets it and you both would not want it anyways." That made my jaw fall to the floor, making both boys glare at me and then at their grandmother. For the first time... She said my name and gave me a gift. This was a dream, I just knew it, she always ignored me and acted like I didn't exist!

  "Your joking right?" I asked her, the first three words I'd ever said that were directed to her in years, they poured out before I could think and my voice seemed scratchy, which made me clear my throat. She shook her head and passed me, going to the kitchen right behind me. My mother seemed a bit shocked also, her brown eyes wide and her mouth slightly opened alike to a tiny hole. My father was nowhere to be seen, he was probably outside fixing something, one of the only reasons he was here. (That's what I believed since it's all he mostly did.)

  Leo and Conner walked past me also, Conner's dark, brown eyes glaring at me in a I will eat your soul kind of way, which tended to annoy the hell out of me most times. To me, Conner was a pompous little brat, popular in his school, which surprised me very strongly. Everyone but me thought Conner was such an angel, doing chores, (a.k.a, me having to do his chores or else my parents would blame me for him not doing chores) and being "polite". Leo was the shy kid, he didn't like dares or things that could make you bad, he loved math and loved any teacher. A shorter way of saying it, Leo was a nerd. A popular nerd, in fact. Don't ask how, he probably did everyone's homework.  I... I was the reject. The geek. I never got along with my mom, I dispised most of my family members. I hung out more with guys, but I had some female friends.

  Our grandmother came out with two trays full of snacks. Vegetables, dips, and ranch on one platter, crackers and cookies on the other. Conner and Leo stuffed their faces with the cookies while I put the Rits crackers in some onion dip. Our grandmother nodded to my mom, signing her to grab the two boys' shoulders to drag them into another room. It was almost like a tradition, my grandmother gave one of us a gift and only one, but no one else could see it unless they showed it. My grandmother looked at me with her boring, brown eyes that were serious. A gray box sat on the table behind her with a deep red ribbon lazily laid atop the box like a slightly bent plank; not even in the shape of a line. It was almost like it had magically appeared there.

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  "Goodbye, dear!" My mother shouted before disappearing from the dark window that rolled up until the inside of the car was not visible. That's why they think she was a bit off. I thought as I stared at the house I had to live in for a month. The whole house was painted a blinding, bright pink with white trimming.

Specks and spatters of mud were randomly around the house like someone had gotten a bucket of mud and dust and just threw it all around. Thick, gray cobwebs were stretched to their max in some areas of the pink house, including the white/gray door to her home. "Mental note, wash the outside of her house." I whispered to myself.

"HALLO!" The greeting rung through the porch and into my brain, nearly giving me a headache. The dusty door violently swung open. A woman in her late 20s with red hair to her elbows stood in front of me, square glasses with dust on the lenses like she hasn't taken them off her head or touched them in months and a dark green dress that fit her skinny body perfectly. Crazy eyes happily stared at me. I was looking at my Aunt Mary, who I would be stuck with for a month.

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THIS HAS BEEN EDITED SO THAT IT SOUNDS A LOT BETTER: AND SO THAT THE WORDS AREN'T CONFUSING.