We sold our souls to the demon next door

Chapter two!

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I decided to post Chapter two a little bit earlier because I'm a noob and have no life. ^.^

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Oh and PS- every chapter I switch from Raina's point of veiw to Jordan's point of veiw!

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-Izzy

CHAPTER TWO-

JORDAN'S POV:

"Jordan, Raina, wake up." I heard my mom sing softly.

Where am I?

I slowly lifted up my head and opened my eyes to face my sunburnt mom's face one inch away from mine.

"Good morning, sweetie" She spat into my eyes.

I wiped the saliva away from under my eye and gave her an expression that read:

"Mom. You're too fucking close. Get the fuck away from me and stop spitting into my fucking eye ball."

My mom seemed to have saw what my expression read and went to get up in my sister Raina's face.

I looked out the old foggy car window and squinted to see a town that I hate most.

I groaned and kicked the door open then slammed it behind me.

I was home. Oh great. Fucking kill me.

I thought to myself angrily as I stuffed my hands into my pockets and walked inside of the door that lead to my wildly clean living room.

I threw my black diamond studded boots on the couch and strutted the way to my room.

I own this place, I thought to myself slyly.

I opened the door to my room and a stench of ass and weed filled my nostrils.

Damn, Jordan. You better clean this place up before your parents find out that you're a weed head, I thought to myself.

The only person that knew I smoked was Raina. I was very hesitant about telling her because she always follows my example and I didn't want my sweet sister to end up like me. She was already an exact copy of me except without a penis and smaller.

I threw the dirty clothes on the floor in a corner where a stash of chip bags and soda cans lay.

I sprayed the room with cologne and inhaled the stuff. My room smelt like a sexy man again.

I looked at the clock on my black desk. The clock read 6:45 am. Today is Monday.

Holy shit, today is Monday! I repeated in my head.

I looked in the long mirror inside of my room and decided that my outfit was clean enough to wear again. (I've only been wearing it for six days in a row, now) I ruffled my hair with my two hands and adjusted my lip piercing.

"Jordan, you are one sexy man."

I said to myself, checking me out in the mirror. I checked the clock again. It was 6:46 AM. Damn time goes by slow. I heard three small knocks coming from my door.