"Why can't I have green eyes like Zoey?" Vaughn, my older sister, asked for the 25 millionth time in my entire life.
"Because your dad has grey eyes, and I have brown eyes, so I guess our genes did something weird, and so that's how Zoey was born with green eyes," my mom told her for the 25 millionth time. To Vaughn alone. Freaky.
"But me, Murphy, and Vaughn were all born with brown eyes," Aurora said.
"First of all, brown eyes is common. Two, I guess fourth times a charm. And, third of all, why are you girls still in our office?" our dad asked.
"Because your our parents," Murphy replied.
"Whatever. Just go get ready for your 8-Woman-Tag-Team match," mom said.
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After we left, I went to go see where Jeff was. We have to secretly hang out, since my parents think Matt, Jeff, and Lita are bad influences to me. When I finally found Jeff sitting alone, at a table towards the back of catering, playing Crossy Road, I grabbed the chair next to him and started tickling his stomach.
"Ah, quit it! I'm trying to beat my high score!" he exclaimed, trying to not laugh to loud so my big mouth sisters can go tell mom and dad.
"Alright fine." Five minutes later, he said "I got 5,467!"
"How's that even possible?" I asked him.
"I'm just litt like that," he replied.
"Whatever," I replied.
"So, do you want to do something after your match?"
"Like what?"
"I don't know, like maybe watch a movie or something in my locker room."
"But what about Matt?"
"Him and Lita are going to see a play."
"Ok, maybe I can sneak past my parents and sisters."
"Alright, cool. See you later."
"You too."
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FanfictionJeff Hardy is 22-years-old. Zoey (me) is 18-years-old (that's not my actual age or name). She's not an ordinary girl. She has powers. They're "in love," but Zoey's parents Triple H and Stephanie, won't let them be. What'll happen to these two love b...
