Hello! Well, this is for TheCookieMonster because her storieswere the first ones I read on Wattpad! And you know, other stuff. Also, thanks to 3rinNicole559!
Now on to the stroy, filled with Sky's strange family...
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Friday 3rd, 2011
6:50 AM
I groaned, rolling over on my bed.
“Sky, get your quirky ass over here!”
I muttered swear words under my breath, wrapping my blankets around me tighter.
“Sky!” Still I stayed in the comfort of my bed, ignoring the person who so rudely woke me up. Footsteps were heard outside my room and I vaguely heard the door open because someone was shouting, quite loudly might I add, “SKYLAR MILLS! DID I NOT TELL YOU TO GET YOUR ASS DOWNSTAIRS?!”
“Actually,” I mumbled sleepily, “you told me to get my quirky ass over there.”
I heard a sigh. “Please go down! Kasey will kill me if I don’t go downstairs with you.”
I opened my eyes and looked at Bryan. His shaggy brown hair was pulled into a low ponytail and his hazel eyes were pleading. “Why are you over here anyways?”
"Ouch,” he said putting his hand over in heart in mock hurt. “It’s like you don’t want me here.”
“I would, but you woke me up. You’re on my list now.”
“Your list?” The amusement was clear in his voice.
“Whatever,” I grumbled. I sat on the edge of my bed and stretched. When I looked back at Bryan, he had a hungry look in his eyes and he was looking at my exposed flesh from where my tank top had ridden up. I raised an eyebrow. “Bryan? What’s wrong?” A smile tugged the corner of my lips. Bryan shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts, and looked at me with a sheepish smile.
“Nothing,” he rubbed the back of his neck and his cheeks turned a slight pink.
I doubled over in laughter. “Oh, gosh. You’re hilarious.”
He narrowed his eyes at me, but the smile on his lips told me he wasn’t upset. “Ivan and Kasey want you downstairs, hurry up.”
I rolled my eyes, “I’ll be down in a minute.” I said as I stood up to take a shower.
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I ran my hand through my now dry hair and checked to see if my make-up was fine. When I decided that I looked decent, I ran downstairs where a Beatles record was blasting loudly from the living room. I smiled at the music choice that my siblings decided to play. I ran through the living room with nothing but my socks since our living area had a nice plush carpet.
A crash in the kitchen made me cringe as I remembered the last ‘alteration’ I had with Mom. My hand automatically went to my ribcage which was, as the doctors said, only bruised. Another crash came from the kitchen followed by soft mummers and I vaguely heard someone mutter, “Shit.”
I let out a chuckle as I opened the door to our kitchen. I let out a full bark of laughter when I saw what was in front of me. Ivan was standing there covered in food, as was Bryan, and there were pots scattered around the kitchen—some filled with food. Kasey was giggling, spinning on her chair.
“I’m never cooking breakfast for you again.” Ivan and Bryan muttered at the same time. Kasey giggled again. She rubbed her enormous stomach—which I guess is normal for someone who is nine months pregnant, she looked like she was about to pop any second—and said, “You gotta feed the pregnant girl and her child!”
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Broken Hearts and Bloody Wrists
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