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Girl Meets Gravity

Okay, I apologize. This was supposed to be out last week. Guess what? I ended up getting sick last week. "Well, it'll pass by the weekend," Nope! So yeah... here's the chapter that was supposed to be up a week ago.

"Get up!" I nudged Clem's sleeping body from next to me. It was four in the morning, and I had to get up two hours earlier than Maya and who knows how much earlier than Riley.

"Hmm.." Clem moaned into her pillow and rolled over, falling off the bed and pulling the blankets with her. "Nope." She declared.

"We have to get up though," I argued, even though I was still half asleep, and laying in the queen mattress, Clem and I shared.

"Mama! Mama!" Amabella shouted from the other room.

I groaned, and pushed myself off the lumpy (yet so comfortable) bed, and made my way toward the living room. Amabella stood in her crib, blankie in one hand, and a pacifier in the other.

"Mama!" She shouted again as soon as she saw me enter the room.

"Yeah, yeah..." I mumbled picking up my now sixteen-month-old. "Clem!" I yelled for the (almost) nine-year-old. "Come make breakfast," I ordered. Then headed back to the bedroom to get Amabella and me dressed for the day.

I tugged on some ripped jeans, an old band shirt I got at the store for $2, and tied a black and white flannel around my waist. I didn't bother brushing through my hair and pulled it up into an unflattering messy bun.

I changed Amabella's diaper and pulled on leggings, a pink sweatshirt, and socks. It was close enough to a real outfit.

"Breakfast!" Clem called out in the knick of time.

I put Amabella down on the floor and watched as she waddled to the kitchen. I remember only a year ago when she was only four months old.

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"What up, losers?" Maya, Clem, Amabella, and I climbed through Riley's window (I was carrying Amabella, who may be able to walk, but most definitely couldn't climb into a window).

Clem and Maya threw their shoes off and jumped into Riley's bed with her. I put the squirming toddler next to them before taking off my shoes and joining them. As I joined we pulled the covers over our heads.

"No, no, no! No doing that, girls. School!" Matthews yelled at us.

We pull the covers down and Maya asks the million-dollar question. "Who's gonna be our teacher?"

"Your teacher? Whoever loses."

"I don't believe you." Riley glared at him.

"I'm telling you, girls, I'm gonna be teaching your lives to a whole new group of students!"

"I don't envy them," I muttered. "Do you believe him?"

Maya shook her head. "I can't even believe we're starting off the New Year without first talking about how when we were on the Subway and you took Lucas by the face--" Riley cut off Maya by laughing loudly and pushing her and Clem off the bed.

"We... are not talking about that!" Riley stood up on her bed and addressed the room.

"We're kings."

"We're kings, Matthews," I told him with an evil glint in my eyes. He leaned back a little in fear.

"You don't get to tell us what to do anymore." Maya teased him.

"Get out." He demanded.

Riley handed Maya her backpack, "Okay, but that was the last one." She told him before climbing out the window with Clem following close behind.