Dawn Davenport: funny, sarcastic and a lovable person. Her world is crazy, involved with a trio and her best friend, Leo who they share many dangerous and fun experiences. Will she fall in love along the way? Or heartbroken by her own family's secr...
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I was laughing with Adam, Bree, and Chase, swapping stories about our day at school, when Leo walked into the kitchen with goggles perched jauntily on his head. "Leo, I know you want to be a superhero, but that's the worst costume ever." Adam chuckled, glancing up and down at his attire.
"I was cleaning the bathroom, so I could get some money to see my favourite movie but someone who shall remain nameless—" he shot a pointed look at his mother who sat on the couch reading a magazine, waving at the mention of her, unbothered.. "—won't let me go." Chase's eyes widened, as he processed Leo's words. "Wait a minute. You get paid money just for cleaning stuff?"
"What? And you don't? This guy." I laughed, giving his shoulder a playful smack and locking eyes with him, grinning while he still looked confused at the way the process worked. "Oh, yeah. Most kids have chores. You clean things around the house, and then you get an allowance from your parents." Tasha explained, whilst the three siblings' faces lit up with excitement as they hurried toward her, eagerly shouting what they each wanted.
"I want chores!"
"I want money!"
"Oh, I want a big furry hat so I can wear it to scare animals!" Adam, ever the imaginative one, exclaimed with a wide grin.
"Ohh, and I... don't want to partake in this." I added, shaking my head with a grin.
Leo trudged up to us, his shoulders slumped and a downhearted frown tugging at his lips, holding the goggles in one hand. "You guys can finish my chores. There's no reason for me to have money since Miss Bank-Manager put a freeze on my fun account!" His voice carried a mix of frustration and resignation. They exchanged mocking looks, and then Leo glanced at me, his eyes silently commanding me to follow, his steps slow and deliberate. I fell in step behind him, catching Bree's voice asking Tasha where to begin, and couldn't help but hope they'd spend their hard-earned money wisely.
. . .
Downstairs, Davenport was already there, and Leo stomped in, groaning exaggeratedly and leaning his head back like the weight of the world was on him. I followed, arms crossed, and plopped onto the nearby seat as my dad approached, narrowing his eyes as he gave my back a quick, familiar pat in greeting.
"I'm gonna go out on a limb and say 'something's wrong'." he said, his tone both curious and cautious. "The new Pig Zombie movie comes out this weekend and I can't go." Leo wailed, his shoulders slumping and a pout tugging at his lips, head resting on his arm.
"Wait, did you say Pig Zombie?" Davenport's eyes went wide, and he leaned in, disbelief written all over his face. Leo met his gaze, their expressions locking for a moment.
"This little piggy went home..." Then, with perfect timing, we all screamed, in each other's faces. "TO EAT YOUR FACE!" Davenport made a loud, snorting pig noise, while we flailed dramatically, pretending to be terrified.
