A/N: just want to let you know that this is my first story... so give me suggestions, I can take your criticism. Let me know what you think. Enjoy!
Also I own every character and the story so no stealing or I will find you and I will kill you....
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My day off. This would be nice. This week was a busy one. I was excited to relax with my nieces and nephews. There were four of them. Rory, Jeb, Rose, and Jeremiah.
Rory was the oldest of them. She was fourteen. She's one of the smartest people I know. She sported a short bob and big nerd glasses. She was sometimes smug, and by sometimes I mean always. She had a big mouth and didn't like when people told her that she was wrong. She's probably my best friend. Sad, I know.
Next are the 8 year old, Jeb. Jeb was a tubby guy, short curly hair. He had a thing for calling everyone 'peasant.' I have no idea where he got that front. And to go with the peasant thing, he likes to hit people with a sword. It's always a surprise with him.
Rose was the next one, she's 6. She was the spitting image of Rory, the only things that were different was the hair length and no glasses. Rose always wore her hair in a braid. She didn't talk a lot, she was one of the most shy people I know. She talks when I am around, but when there is a person she doesn't know she will hide. And she usually hides by the cookies.
Last but not least there is Jerry. His full name is Jeremiah, but we call him Jerry. He's a small little peanut, for a toddler. He's 1 1/2 years old. He doesn't really like to talk. It's not he doesn't like us, it's just that he doesn't like talking. All he says is 'moo.' I don't know what it is, he'll probably grow out of it soon, hopefully.
These four rascals live with me, they have for about 3 years. So that means I pay for food, clothes, and school. They all go to some private school, even Jerry. A big sum of the money goes to their education.
But today was going to be relaxing. The kids working on homework, which left me to nap. That would be nice. I had put in a shift or two extra from what I usually do. So I was exhausted. After making some breakfast I realized that I was running low on groceries.
"Rory do you need anything from the store?" I asked grabbing my wallet and keys.
Rory thought for a second, bringing her eyed up from her computer. "No, nothing I can think of."
"Well can you watch the gang? I'm going to run to the store." I asked, making my way to the door.
Rory brought her attention back to her computer. "Yeah, be back soon."
"It's only 8:24 am. I think I'll be fine." I walked out of the apartment and made my way to the store. It was like any other day.
Little did I know that I wouldn't be fine. The moment I walked out of the apartment, my life would change. This was the beginning of my story. Or should I use legend. That sound cheesy. I don't really know what to use, this is my first time telling a story. So bear with me.
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