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Sam

The creature closed in on me. "Help me Zana! Zana?! ZANA!!!" I screamed at my twin sister.

I was playing World of Wars and the hideous pink Zsnar was closing the gap between us quite quickly. "Zana! I've helped you when u need help with your stupid video games and idiotic friends. Help me sister! "

The teen shot me the finger and continued past the game room. If only mom had seen her do that.

Zana had pretty blonde hair and blue eyes. She was good at basketball and video games. Preferably, World of Wars. Also some game called Makeup Masters. She 'da boss. "Dillon? Will you help your big brother?" I asked my 13 year old sister. She stuck her tongue out and said, "I like to see you die. " Before walking away. Jerk.

Hours past. I still couldn't beat Mr pink guy. "Time to eat, kids! Mom called.

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"So. Zana. How's basketball been going?" She looked shocked at me. Then her look straightened to her usual disapproving look. "Wouldn't you like to know Samuel Doepker." Dillon sneered. I hate her. "Yea. We all know, Sam, that all you care about are the 'hot girls'. " Zana added.

I blushed. She was halfway right. I love basketball. Girl or boy team. But who could resist the temptation of the mega hot cheerleaders and super athletic cuties who will be there?

Mom eyed us carefully. Unsure of what to say next. "Dillon, go clean the dishes. Zana, Sam. Come with me. " "Aw mooooom!" Wailed Dillon. "

"Sam, this girlfriend thing has gone on to long. You need to forget girls or get a solid girlfriend." I winced as Zana butted in. "Mom. You've got to be kidding me. This is Sam we are talking about. Frigging Sam! The PLAYBOY. Playboys don't date." She shrugged.

Mom sighed. "Well then forget all girls." "Wait." Zana grinned. "I've got a girl." Her eyebrows wiggled.

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I'm sorry it was short but hey? Short and sweet. It's what you got. I'll write more later when it's not 10:29 at night.
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