"VAAUUUUUGHNN!!" I banged on my sisters locker room door.
"What?!?!" she yelled.
"Open the door. I have to change!"
"Why?"
"Because I'm tired, and I want to sleep.
"Later."
"No, NOW."
"Fine."
She opened the door, and went back to doing her nails.
"Why are you in here?" she asked. Typical 22-year-old sister.
"Because this is my locker room, too," I retorted.
"Why can't you get your own freakin locker room?"
"Because I'm a BO$$ A$$ BITCH!"
"Or I can tell daddy that you hate us, and you want to be separated from us."
"Then I'll go live with those rotten Hardys." I love making my sister think HARD (PAUSE ).
"Alright, fine. I'll also be nicer."
"Alright then." I got the last laugh.
I jumped into the shower, did a little makeup (pink eye shadow and black lipstick).
Then, I went to go tell Jeff goodbye, only to see his door open just a little bit. About a crack. When I walk in, my heart stopped. Then, I let out a blood-curdling scream.
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FanficJeff 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...
