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                                           |Valerie|

"Don't do that!", I yelled at Robyn.

"It's mine!", he cried back.

Giving up, I let him have the stupid toy.

He kept banging it on the table and it was 7AM in the fucking morning.

Yami and Drake were still sleeping.

Hearing a knock on the front door, I walked over to it and swung it open.

There stood Rose, rolling my eyes at the sight of her, I stepped to the side so that she could come in.

"Again?", I asked pointing to her sunglasses.

"Mind your business.", she replied going into the kitchen and I followed.

"Good morning, Robbie!", she smiled greeting Robyn.

"Hello.", he replied with a mouthful of cereal.

Signing, I left the kitchen and headed upstairs to wake up Yami and Drake.

Walking into their room, I ran and jumped on their bed.

"Damn, you big ass girl. Get off of me!", Drake whined.

"You love me!", I laughed.

"I do but I want to love you while not being squished.", he replied pushing me off of him and Yami.

"No!", Yami groaned.

"Yes.", I groaned back.

"Why are you waking us up. Do I need to spank Robyn?", Drake asked as he sat up.

"Yes but no. Rose is downstairs with sunglasses again for the 4th time this week.", I whispered.

Yami instantly stood out of bed and rushed out of the room.

"We getting too old for this.", Drake groaned.

"Hm, can't relate.", I replied.

I had decided to move in with Yami and Drake when I was 7 years old.

Rose and Louis's household was not the environment that I wanted to be in.

When Yami and Drake took me in, doctors had told them that they could not have any children so I was like their little baby.

Then suddenly 4 years ago, Yami ended up pregnant with Robyn.

He looks just like Drake and acts like him too.

Funny and annoying.

"What are you doing?", I asked as Drake pulled the covers back unto himself and cuddled back into his pillow.

His snoring answered my question and I rolled my eyes, hopping out of the bed, I followed after Yami.

As I walked down the stairs, I felt my phone vibrate in my pajama pocket.

Pulling it out , I saw I had a text from Harrison.

It read 'When the fuck are you getting to school? I want a hug!', with a pout face emoji.

Harrison was my boyfriend and he was the sweetest guy ever.

He barely let anything get to him but when it did, he'd get out of control.

And to me....a mad Harrison is something you want to see from a distance.

I replied with a kissy face emoji and turned myself around on the stairs and headed to my room to change.