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Lia's P.O.V.
"Wake up!" John, my brother, shook me.
"Huh? How long have I been asleep?" I asked.
"Two hours. I bet ten dollars that she's not going to be able to sleep." Ember, my sister, betted.
"Deal!" John elbowed her.
Ember was the oldest, then it was John, and lastly it was me.
Ember was always the responsible one.
When John got us in trouble, Ember would get us out of trouble.
When I did somehing stupid, she would help me out.
Then John was the troublemaker.
When Ember worked hard on something, he would "accadently" mess it up.
When I was in trouble he would make it worse.
Then there was me, the..uh...nerd.
""Weeeeeee're home!" Dad shouted.
I looked out of our car window, and saw our new house.
"It's beautiful!" Ember sighed.
"If by beautiful you really mean a plain white house like every other white house on the block...then yeah...beautiful." John complained.
I stepped inside and it was beautiful...just like Ember said.