My grandpa wants to do a biography of his life and asked me to write it into a novel!!! I'm so excited to do it! Anyways back to the story :)
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Chloe's POV
RIIINNNNGGGGG.
RIIINNNNNNGGG.
I rolled over, groaning, hoping the ringing would stop so I could go back to sleep. Unfortunately, I wasn't that lucky. As soon as the ringing stopped, my dad banged on my door, shouting for me to wake up. I groaned again, but this time climbing out of bed. I padded over to my dresser and grabbed some clothes.
I took a quick shower and got ready for school. Once I was finished, I walked downstairs to the kitchen. I smelled eggs and bacon which my mother was cooking. I'm pretty sure I was drooling by the time I sat at the table. Mom glanced at me and laughed. I gave her a weird look, running my hands over my face.
"Why are you laughing?!"
She looked at me again, laughing harder. I frowned and walked to the mirror. My jaw dropped in horror when I saw. I had marker smeared all over my face. Apparently, it didn't wash off when I took a shower. My face hardened.
"Jeffery! You are in so much trouble!" I yelled angrily.
Jeffery is my six-year-old brother who likes doing pranks on me every chance he gets. I stormed upstairs to his bedroom, ignoring my mom's laugh. I slammed open his door, making him jump out of his bed, alert. When he saw me standing in his doorway, glaring at him, tapping my foot with my hands on my hips. He gave me a sheepish grin, slowly moving behind his bed.
"Sooo, Chloe," he said, dragging my name out. "How was the weather last night? Pretty great, right?"
He was trying to distract me from why I was up here. It wasn't working.
"Nice try, bud," I sneered at him. "Care to explain to me why I have marker all over my face?"
"Heh, heh, heh," he laughed nervously, scratching behind his head. "Well, you see, me and my friends did truth and dare. I chose dare and they gave me one. They said if I didn't do it, I have to do that," he explained, pointing to my face.
I narrowed my eyes. "Who?"
"N-no o-one," he stuttered.
"Jeffery," I said menacingly.
He mumbled something, looking at the ground.
"What? I can't hear you," I said, walking closer to him.
"It was Jack Taylor and Alex Rhine," he whispered, but loud enough for me to hear.
I gasped, furious. Jack Taylor and Alex Rhine are the most popular jocks at school. What are they doing with my little brother is the question.
"What are you doing around those guys?" I asked, sitting down on his bed.
He shrugged.
"Jeffery," I said softly.
He looked at me. "Why?"
"My friends in my class are related to their friends, so I wanted to fit in and have a cool story to share everyday instead of being lame," he said, turning red.
I frowned. I grabbed Jeffery and pulled him to me, enveloping him into a hug.
"You're not lame, Jeffery. Those kids are if they think you're not cool just because you don't have a brother like them. In fact, you got someone better," I said, trying to cheer him up.
