Chloe

•CHECK ME OUT•

"Run!" Wesley shouts again.

Drew and I jump to our feet, and sprint after Wesley, just as he passes us.

"WHAT THE HELL!!!" Drew yells, catching up to Wesley.

Wesley is now running from two groups of people, angry football players, and someone who wants to know what's happening.

Drew seems mad, so Wesley should try to run even faster.

I turn my head and see that the bunch of testosterone is gaining on us.

When I turn back, I see a girl standing at the end of the hall.
As we get closer, I see that it's my sister! Seems like Wesley sees her to, and he just stops in his tracks, and so does Drew and the football players.

Vivian is like a siren! The guys are all caught in her trance. I don't really understand why everyone likes her, and not me!

We look exactly the same! She's just popular because she's famous.

"What are you guys doing?" She asks in a mellow voice.

She might as well be wearing a shirt that says "check me out", because her dress that she's wearing is way too tight, and the guys are drooling ALL over her.

"Let's use this to our advantage!" I whisper-yell into Wesley's ear, and then into Drew's ear.

I grab them both on their wrists, and pull them along with me.

I drag them all the way to the front of the school.

They're still in a trance, so I push them to the floor, and they snap out of it.

"Well, that was my sister........" I say putting my hand out to help them back off of the floor.

"That can't be your sister!" Drew exclaimed.

Honestly, that kinda hurt. I mean, I understand that I'm not the sexiest girl alive, but I'm definitely not ugly!

"Yep. She's an actress, in case you didn't know." I explained to them in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Obviously! She's gorgeous!" Drew replies awe-struck.

Wesley still hasn't spoken yet.

"UGH!" I grunt, speed walking away.
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"Hey mom! I'm home!" I shout.

I drop my back pack on a chair in the dining room.

I walk into the kitchen looking for my mom.

"Mom!?" I shout getting no answer.

I look around, in every room.

She's not home, I guess.

I pick up my bag and stomp up the stairs. "Vivian!?" I call getting to the top of the stairs.

I get no response..............

A small, folded piece of paper catches my eye. It's laying face down on my dresser.

Chloe, I went to take Vivian to one of her rehearsals for Teen Legend, we will be home around mid-night!

Love you, be good!

Love,
Mom

Ugh! Again!? I'm always home alone after school!

I guess, I'll just text Bree, and do my homework.