TF2 fanfic

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Authors note
Just so you know, the pictures are representing the setting of the story. Just saying this in case someone gets confused. :P
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"Kizzy!" A voice screamed through my bedroom in our townhouse.

I threw my pillow over my head as I cringed at the voice. It's not the high pitched voice that I cringe at, it's my name.

I always hated the name 'Kizzy.' It sounds too babyish.

Hands grabbed my pillow and yanked and yanked until I finally let go.

As my eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight, I saw that my 6-year-old sister, Leah, was standing over my bed holding my pillow. Leah's big beautiful blue eyes were wide with her usual over-the-top cheerfulness and her dirty blonde hair reflecting the sunlight.

"What is it Leah? And don't call me Kizzy. I want to be called Kit." I muttered trying to go back to sleep.

"Dad's calling you! You need to get up now!" Leah exclaimed.

"Tell him to wake me up in five minutes." I muttered turning my back towards her.

Bad move because Leah starts pulling on my hair and eventually pulled me on the floor. How, I don't know.

"Wake up sleepy head!" Leah shouted as she jumped on top of me.

"Alright alright I'm up! Jeez, you're heavy!" I coughed as I got up from the old wooden floor that likes to squeak.

I close the door after Leah leaves. I then dress into a green t-shirt that doesn't have too many rips and doesn't require a tank top underneath, ripped jeans, and treadless sneakers.

I head downstairs with the stairs half broken to meet my dad; a man with a goatee of some sorts with tired eyes all the time. Probably from Leah.

My dad was looking out the window tired.

"Dad did you want to see me?" I asked.

"I want to tell you something." My dad sighed tiredly.

"Oh? And what's that?" I asked still have a little difficulty breathing from Leah jumping on top of me.

"Do you know what happens when you commit a crime?"

"Yeah, you are forced to join the military for 5 years. What does that have to do with anything?"

"There's been a murder."

"Who? Who got murdered?"

"Do you know Vicky Hollowthorn?"

"Yeah of course. She's my best friend. Wait...she's dead?!"

"Yes..."

"Whose the suspect?!"

"You."