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"The worst happens when you least expect it." - Dean Knootz.

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Octavia

"Hey Octavia! Catch!" I heard one of my cousins saying, and I turn my head to look at him, seeing it was Trevor. He throws me a football and I catch it easily in my hands before throwing it back to him, the football spiraling perfectly in the air.

"Not now Trevor! I'm helping Mom with the food!" I told him, motioning to my Mom that was in the kitchen, preparing dinner.

"Really? Well when are you done? We're gonna start a game and you're going to be on my team," Trevor gives me a look.

"Give me five you impatient asshole," I rolled my eyes at him and he laughs, before shoving his brother then giving him the football.

I waved at my Aunts that were sitting beside the pool, talking with each other and watching other my younger cousins that were playing Marco Polo in the pool, squealing and laughing with enjoyment.

"Hey Octavia baby!" One of my Aunts, Eve, says as she waves at me. I smiled at her and wave back.

Walking back inside the kitchen, I lean against the counter and look at my Mom as she walked back and forth to the fridge and to the island counter that was filled with countless of different food like corn, mash potatoes, bake beans, the usual.

"Anything else Mom?" I raised my eyebrows at her, smiling as she was huffing over the food.

"Yeah, I need you to go to the store and grab some hot chocolate for later," She says, looking over at me as she grabs the bowl filled with mash potatoes.

"Alright," I lean away from the counter and grab my keys that hang on its key chain beside the fridge, dotting pictures of me and my siblings, or drawings of my little sister. Most were old, but Mom loved each and every one of them, she said it made her heart warm when she glances at it when she passes by. "I'm on it."

I walk to enter the hallway that would lead to the front door, but before I go, I look over at her and say, "Mom, calm down, it's just Papa's birthday." Smiling at her, my shoulders lifted up in a lazy shrug.

"I know, I just want it to be a awesome birthday, you know?" She looks at me, and smiles.

I nodded my agreement before turning around and walking to the front door, passing by the staircase that led to the bedrooms upstairs.

"Octavia," I heard my thirteen year old brother Drake says, his footsteps pounding against the carpet as he comes down the stairs, pausing just before the last step as he looks at me. One of his hands clench the wooden staircase, the other gripping the 3D DC. "where you're going?"

"Going to the store, I'll be back in a few, why? What you need?" I give him a look, twirling the keys around my index finger. My thirteen year old brother was like any other thirteen year old boy, loved to play video games, constantly talk with his friends over the games, moaned and groaned about school, and like to hang out with his buddies at the local arcade center.

"Bring more ice cream, or Jeremy will eat it all." He rolls his eyes at the mention of our eldest brother, and I laugh. Jeremy loved ice cream, whenever we brought home a new box, by the end of that day, we would run out of ice cream. We all blame him for having a sweet tooth.