I rubbed my head softly as my brother screamed. His toy football figure dropped and fell under the seat. I bit my lip and unbuckled my seat-belt. I reached as far as I could and I grabbed his figure. As I was returning it, I got a bad migraine and I dropped it in his lap. "Fu-" My brother, Carson glanced back at me from the front seat. "HEY! No cussing," He objected. I've been having super bad migraines lately and I had grown to cuss. Carson eyed me and turned back to the front windsheild.
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The Tomahawk Creeks
Teen FictionI moved into Street 10; a road a mile or so from the Tomahawk Creeks. I had wanted to make more friends because whoever I met in my neighborhood was oddly weird. My mom enrolled me and my older brother, Carson, into Tomahawk Middle School and turns...
