Chapter 12

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Windsor's POV: When I got home I went straight too my room. Lately my mother had wanted to talk, a lot more than we used too. Ever since my older brother Tyler, was shipped out to Afghanistan, my mother had been really protective of us. My dad was usually working late, or at our church working, so mom was mostly home. I heard a knock at my door and groaned. My mom probably wanted to "talk."

I opened it too find my little sister, Madelyn. She smiled and ran in too my room and plopped on my bed. "Why won't mommy let me listen to Justin Beiber?" She whined. "I don't know," I said fixing her now messy hair. "His music isn't really for girls your age." "But you listen too him!" She argued. "But I'll be fifteen and your eight, its different." "Nuh- uh!" She stuck her younger out. "Hey Winds can I borrow your curling iron?" I heard my older sisters voice ask, from the hall. "No, Jelissa! You cant. And you," I turned to Madelyn. "You can't come too me whenever you have a problem." I was tired and annoyed. I just wanted them to leave me alone. "But I just-" they both started at the same time. "No." I put my hands up. "Just please. Get out. Now!" My older sister was gonna be seventeen but I was mature for my age. I was basically the oldest in my family. They both left, sadly I guess, but I didn't care.

I ran too the door and locked it before someone else could come in, and walked over to my window. I opened it and stretched me arm out, to knock on Eden's window. She answered right away and I climbed in. "What's up?" She asked, seeing my irritated face. "I just. Ugh. Everyone always comes too me when they have a problem, or need something. Like I feel like that's the only reason I have friends. So they can have my clothes or hair stuff, or advice, or anything. It's just so irritating!" "Winds! You know that's not why I'm your friend! I love you for you."

Eden's POV: She smiled and surprisingly dove in for a hug. She hugged me, for like ever. Not really, but it was until my mother knocked on my door. "Eden, can I ask you something?" She called through the door. I motioned for Windsor to go in my closet and she walked in silently. I opened my door and my pretty mother walked in. She had a letter. From my school. And she didn't look happy. "Eden Grace Brookes." She started. "I would just like too know how you managed to get all A's in eight grade?" "What?!" I ran too the report card she was holding. "They just sent it?" "Yeah. They said they hadn't had a chance until now. Honey I'm so proud of you. You pulled your Algebra grade up!" She hugged me. "Thanks mom. I try." "Well I just wanted to tell you that before I made dinner. Your dad will be home soon, so we'll tell him at dinner. Bye sweetie." She walked out. "Bye Windsor!" She laughed. "How did she know?!" Windsor asked bursting out of the closet. I just smiled. My mom was so cool.

The next week...

Michael's POV: I was so happy. Today was the dance! I was taking Eden which made it even better! I just hoped she was happy too!

~ Next chapter= dance. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Kinda boring I know. But I wanted to give you guys a back ground of their lives. Thanks for 100+ reads! Love you guys! Xoxo Kate~

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