Chapter 10 - Killing my Brother

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Graces POV : WHAT! I look up at jake and back down at the letter, why would he give me this? It's useless to me, what am I suppose to do with it.

I turn around to see George at the window staring at me, laughing and straight away I recognised this drawing and handwriting.... George has took my letter and swapped it! OMG he better not has learnt to read at school yet.

"GEORGE YOU COME HERE RIGHT NOW!" I rage.

George gets a really shocked look and he starts sprinting upstairs... Probably to the bathroom.
I sprint after him and pass mum who standing in the kitchen staring at us.

"GEORGE JACK VIKKIE GIVE IT BACK!" I yell saying his whole name.

" Give what back? I don't know what your talking about." George says in his innocent voice to make me try to get in trouble.

"YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT, GET OUT OF THE BATHROOM NOW!"

I walk into his room and start looking for the letter everywhere, trashing his room as I go, OMG It's not even in here!

All of a sudden George walks in holding mums hand with a look of happiness on his face but also with the slight bit of shock because the sight of his room.

" GRACE WHAT ARE YOU DOING? " mum yelled quietly.

" Well, George took my letter I got in my room. "

" NO, I did not! " George mumbled In a voice that sounded a bit like that guy off Star Wars.

" OKAY, George give the letter back and Grace clean up Georges room BOTH OF YOU NOW! " Mum said trying to not to get mad easily.

George runs to the window and says " DONT LOOK CLOSE YOU EYES "
Mum turns her back and I stare straight at him with my hands over my eyes... But I left little gaps between my hands so it looks like I have covered my eyes but I can actually see what his doing. It works every time.

He lifts a latch in the wall under his window and grabs a letter out, it must be mine. But I see heaps of other letters I'm there and now it's got me wondering.

"OKAY OPEN" he yells again, he has a habit of yelling especially around me.

I open my eyes to see something on the floor ... It wasn't the letter it was something else and it look every familiar.

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