"Go long!" Noah yells. Brothers, Noah is 13 years old. I'm 8. Older siblings can be a pain but you just end up loving them more anyway. "Sasha run!"he yells again.
I run to follow the ball as it soars over my head and the grass of our backyard. I tackle the ball before it hits the ground but end up there myself anyway.
"Nice catch! You alright?"he asks and helps me up. "Cool! Shoot gotta call Jayce!"he freaks and frantically runs inside to call hia friend, leaving me.
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A/N: Sorry this is ao short I promise my next one will be longer. Thanks for reading though.
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America The Beautiful
Teen FictionHer life fell apart one day. Parents stopped caring. Her brother was kidnapped. She needs to find the person who kidnapped her heart and soul. All she had left. Find them, anyone, and kill.
