Depressing party and a bored teen... not a good combination

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It's our birthday.

All seven of us.

5 minutes in, and I'm already in my room, bored.

"Come on Eight, open up", Ben shouts. 

Out of all of us, I feel closest to Ben, even if he's a bad influence. He's been there for me, and apparently, was looking for me for 5 years, before believing that I was dead. 

I bury my head in my pillow, "No"

He opens my door, and pokes his head through,

"I know you don't want to, but please?"

I sigh, picking up my jumper from the floor.

"Thank you," He says, walking downstairs, muttering to himself.

See, I'm not a massive fan of parties. I see them as a complete waste of time, and I have more important things to be doing. 

OK maybe not, but you get my point.

I look around my room. Even after 2 months of being back, it still feels unfamiliar.

The walls were lined in dark grey paint, hard to see because of the bookshelves, and maps covering the rest of the walls. A desk sat in the far side of the room, a bed directly opposite. A wardrobe stood next to the desk, filled with spare uniforms and more books.

I sighed again, and walked downstairs.

"Happy Birthday guys," I mutter, arriving downstairs and walking to the kitchen.

"Happy Birthday!" Marcus said, a little too enthusiastic for me, "Want some cake?"

"No thanks," I decline his offer

"Sparrows!" We hear a shout from the study, and Dad comes into the room, "It's a big day!"

I look at Ben, and he gives a look back. I walk over to him.

"Dad's just happy, leave him alone," He defends, knowing my thought process.

"Fine..." I backtrack to the kitchen again, rummaging in the cupboards.

I hear a bang from the study, and fall back, hitting my head


And ending up in outside...

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