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Chapter 1 (EDITED)

Willow's POV

"You're just crazy, Peter!" I laugh at my twin brother who always seems to do things I'd never dare to do. Once he went to our barn and just took an egg from Bendra, our oldest chicken, and gulped up the yolk. It's so disgusting, just like right now.

He's balancing his chopped sticks on his nose and trying his hardest to get the bowl of sauce from the top counter. He almost knocked over my favorite jar full of peanuts, chocolate covered peanuts, twice.

"Will, stop yelling at me! I need to concentrate," he says using my nickname he gave me when I was only six and wanted to play with him and his best friend, Dan.

It was a horrible day to be five. I was just trying to say hi to Dan and the only way to do so was to act like I wanted to play Fregglepoball. Sad thing though is that I don't even know what Fregglepoball is even now.

"Don't call me that, Petrisha!!" I laugh at him, using a name that he hates almost as much as I hate the name Will. His face heats up and he tries grabbing my body with his hands without losing his balance.

"Too bad, you can't get me!" I turn around and jump away from his failing arms that are swinging around to grab and strangle me. Yeah, he gave up on his chopped sticks and finding the sauce. He wouldn't had found the sauce anyways, we're out but he didn't need to know that.

"You get back here!" He screams, sprinting towards me but much too fast. He takes a sharp turn and runs straight into the couch. Down you go, sucker.

"Have a nice fall down your couch, Rapunzel ," I whisper as he knocks his head against the couch and falls straight to the ground. Luckily, the ground is just carpet and he ends up just getting a bruise. That's lucky for me because if mom had gotten home and Peter had broken an arm or something, I'd be done for.

After my brother gets over himself, I help him up and give the sauce back. That earns me a glare just because I had it all along and he wasted his time trying to find the sauce and I'm such a horrible sister for doing that and blah blah blah. That's all I hear from my brother before I completely tune out.

"So, Peter, you ready for the Summer Ball?" I blurt out in the middle of Peter's rant. His head snaps up and his just stares. "Did you invite Samantha Lions?"

"No not yet. She's kind of looking like she wants to go with Reid Lins though," he says nervously and turns away for a second. I can tell he's blushing that I dare ask about the girl he's been in love with since he met her at age 5.

Oh, how I remember that day. The first day of school was the day I begun my heir. The day I caught everyone's eyes and came to school with a bang, the newest car to be exact.

Mom and dad were late and kind of sorry for missing my birthday only days before. They promised me a party with a fancy car with a donkey, pie, pasta, water fights, pop corn, grass hair, and my ten friends from preschool but in the end they never made it home and that party never happened.

But thanks to them not making it home to me on my birthday, I got an even better gift. I got to be queen of my school and became the coolest girl in town and then the state when I won the drawing contest and swam all around on the elementary swimming team. Finally I became famous all over the country when I wrote a book about a girl who had to live a life of high class when all she wants to do is be herself and live with a lower class man. It became a best seller all over the country, especially with the war keeping a lot of people scared.

Oh, how life is so easy for me. But then again, it's really not. My best friends, Daina and Camryn, were like seriously ignoring me. They were saying that I was being a peasant. But that was last week and now back to being the best friend who would never in a million years dance the Waltz with her best friend's crush when she knew that her best friend was crushing on that guy. Okay, fine, I did dance with him but he was totally getting all up in my grill and telling me I was, what was it again? Gorgeously beautiful with excessive unique beauty.