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Write. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.

That's what I do everyday.

Except for studying, I also study but not in hell. I don't have to deal with hell but I still study, but not in a school. Yes, I am homeschooled. Which is better than studying in a legit school because I hate my past school.

Why didn't you just transfer to another school then?!

Exactly. My parents decided that I should just study at home, hire a freaking teacher, and be anti-social. But life's better now, I guess?

False.

I don't have friends anymore. My old friends were bunch of plastic Barbie dolls. They lied to me. They hide things from me. They're just like Barbie dolls who wanna have fun...make fun of me. That's what they call fun to them, tear me down, crush me into pieces, and foremost, lie to me. The school hates me, that's why I only trust my internet friends. I don't get to see them everyday but I could talk to them everyday, stay up all night voting and chatting, and probably make stupid imagines.

I took a deep breath, stood up, and went downstairs to have dinner.

I smell something great, something from heaven.

Nope, not Harry's sweat.

It was mom's chicken pot pie. I marched towards our kitchen and saw mom taking out the pie from the oven. I chuckled, "Mom, did I ever tell you that your cooking skills are on point?"

"Never. But this pot pie is not for you, my dear." She said, my smiled faded away and crossed my arms on my chest. She laughed at me and said, "I'll make one tomorrow, okay?"

"C'mon, mom. I haven't eat one for like years?" I whined and stomped my foot. She rolled her eyes and put the chicken pot pie on the coffee table. "Years? You just ate one last week!" She chuckled as I groaned.

She patted the top of my head and gave me the pot pie, "Give this pie to our new neighbor. It's just next to us, left side."

I nodded and went to our new neighbor. Their house was painted with white and it wasn't really big, but it was nice. I knocked on their door and saw a doorbell. I pressed the doorbell, no one was opening the door. I groaned, "Damn it." I was about to knock again, but the door opened, and a tall guy was in front of me.

Good lord, he's hot.

I snapped it out and greeted him nicely, "Hi, I'm Irene Dunne. I actually live right just beside you."

He looked back and yelled, "Bro! Can you come down here?"

"My mom made this chicken pot pie, and it's really delicious. Here." I gave him the pie as another guy stood beside him and looked at me.

"Oh, you must be Mrs. Dunne's daughter, am I right?" He asked as he stretched out his hand and I took it, "I'm Alex Coleman and this is Aaron, my brother."

"Nice to meet you, Alex and Aaron. I'm Irene Dunne." I shook his hand and smiled widely. His brother, Aaron, interrupted, "Stop flirting, ugh. I have to go bed now. Nice to meet you, Irene.

When Aaron left, me and Alex snorted and laughed. I heard Aaron footsteps from the stairs, "Sibling goals." I said with a sarcastic tone. Alex nodded, "I know right. Uhm, I have to go, I'm doing my project for English, see you around."

I nodded as I left their house and went back to our house immediately. I took off my coat and hanged it on the coat rack. I went to our kitchen to grab food but the light was off, I tiptoed to the fridge and opened it.

"Doritos, Krispy Kreme, and bananas." I whispered while grabbing foods. I heard some footsteps from the stairs and looked back. I knew it was my brother's shadow. "Ryle, don't you dare to surprise me or whatever."

I heard a groan and showed up, "Surprise, sis!"

Ryle is my older brother, lives in Brighton, but visits us every weekends. He works at Google, he's a journalist. He loves his job so much, that's why he has no girlfriend. He has no time for dating. I can say my brother is highly attractive, like really, girls at school would go to our house and climb in our window. People at school are always in shock when I tell them I'm Ryle's youngest sister. I don't know why, but maybe it's because I'm not that pretty, or not pretty at all.

I should write a book about how sad my life is and publish it.

Actually, I do have a blog about my life. I looked up and rolled my eyes to Ryle who scared me three minutes ago, "You should go upstairs and probably sleep."

"I'm hungry. You wanna go outside and grab dinner?" He asked and grabbed his iPhone from the cabinet. I gave him a weird look and furrowed my eyebrows. I nodded as we went outside and started roaming around. Me and Ryle are really close, when I'm sad he would have a day off, go to our house, and hang with me.

"How's life?" I asked and kicked the pebbles on the road. He sighed, stopped from his steps as I stopped also from walking and looked at him. I was worried that I hugged him immediately, he hasn't tell anything to me but I know he's going to tell something, something probably about his job or love life.

"I think you should be the first person to know this but-"

"Did you cock up or something?" I asked in one breath as I crossed my arms on my chest and raised an eyebrow to him, "Don't be such a dimwit, Ryle! Spit it out!"

"Okay, okay! I have-Do you remember the girl I met in the book club and we always hang out after the session? He asked as he looked down to his shoes and scratched his right cheek. I gasped and slapped his arm, "Are you guys dating?! Please tell me! If yes, can I meet her? I'm dying to see her-"

"Amanda saw me in Starbucks, she was strolling with a stroller." He trailed off, he looked at me and spitted out, "The baby in her stroller, was her's...."

"Who's the father?"

"I don't know-"

"Did you bonk her?!"

His eyes were blood shot red, tears started pricking out from his eyes. He shook his head and mumbled, "I'm a father."

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WHOOOOO SO EMO LMAO

PHOTO OF IRENE ON THE TOP AHAHAHHAAHHA

Irene Dunne - Liana Liberato

Ryle Dunne - Sam Claffin

Amanda Ash - Lily Collins

Aaron Coleman - Finn Harries

Alex Coleman - Jack Harries