I woke up to my brother George throwing a pillow at me, I mean it's nothing new he does this every morning, but it's still annoying.
"WAKE UP LOSER!" he said in his strong British accent. I through the pillow back at him in annoyance.
"Shut up cara de mierda..." I mumble hiding my head in my pillow.
"I have no idea what you just said but I feel like I should be offended!" He says gasping.
"Yeah yeah go be offended somewhere else." I say lifting my face out of my pillow to look at him.
"Your so mean!" He says pretending to cry. Sometimes I wonder why if I'm actually related to him, That's when it hit me, I'm not I'm adopted.
I get out of bed walking past George going to my closet, grabbing my crusty old commoner's rags, and my black hood cape.
"Quackity please don't tell me you are going out dealing again!" George said concerned, he always hated that I deal drugs, because he doesn't want me to get exiled or put in prison.
"George we have been over this, if you want to have this house and have money for food than I have to do this!"
A/N
That is the end of chapter one the upcoming chapters will be longer I really hope people read this, also sorry about the POV's as much as I hate it I don't really have a choice. ⬇️
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