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Chapter 3- My conscience has a weird sense of humor

  The rest of the day passed uneventfully, which was a good thing. I think I've had too much excitement that day. Brayden avoided me, which was a great thing in my mind, but my stupid conscience made me feel bad about it. I'm trying to push my angel off my right shoulder right now, but so far, not working. Drat those wings. Kayla was ignoring me too, but it didn't bother me as much. My inner voice has a weird way of working.

  I walked home from the school, singing softly. My house loomed in the distance, and as I neared it, I found a silver Mercedes sitting in the driveway. Joy. WiIl's home.

  Pushing open the door, I kicked my shoes to the side and walked in. My brother sat on the counter, reading from a book. He may be my brother by blood, but we look nothing alike. He looks more like my father, with light muscles across his torso and arms, a crooked nose, sky blue eyes, and blond curls. Ever so often, he could drag a hand though his hair, messing is up. I'm not sure if he knows it or not. Not that I'd ever asked him...Wait, why am I even caring?

  "Hello Arianna," he said when he saw me.

  "Finally got kicked out of university? Took those old prunes long enough," I said, before dropping my books on a table.

  "Those 'old prunes' as you so charmingly put it, decide my future," Will retorted.

  "Oh...future huh? What's that? Cleaning the streets? Oh, excuse me, exterminating the avenue from the filth of human contamination," I said, mimicking the way he talked sometimes.

  "You don't change over time, do you Arianna? Will asked with a smile. It takes a lot to get even a glare out of him. Believe me, I've tried. So far, it's been a total of 78 times our whole childhood. And a total of 11 time he actually threw a tantrum. Yeah, not a lot.

  This our brother/sister relationship. We're not actual going for each other's throats, but we're not best buddies either. We get on each other's nerves too much for that.

  "Arianna? You're home?" a voice called from further inside the house.

  "No mom, Will's just talking to himself. You should take him to get his head checked," I called back.

  "How was school today?" she asked, as she walked into the living room.

  My mother was small and willowy, with dark brown curls with just the slightest hint of grey. Her eyes were a thoughtful green. There was nothing in her whole appearence that suggested that she was even capable of a scowl, which was true. I've never heard my mom raise her voice, and she's never been impatient her whole life.

  "Like any other day," I replied. Except for me kneeing Brayden between the legs. And dumping gravy on him. And getting into a big argument with him. Yup. Just an average day.

  "Any trouble?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

  "Mom! You think I would get into any trouble?" I asked, putting a hand to my chest as though shocked, even though it was completely true.

  "Yes, I do believe that," she said, with a pointed glance at me.

  "So, Will, what are you doing back home?" I asked, changing the subject.

  "Arianna! Will's welcome back at anytime!" my mother exclaimed.

  "In the middle of the school year? I think not," I replied.

  "I can't be back for a social visit?" my brother asked, though his eyes shifted nervously.

  I narrowed my eyes. They were hiding something from me.

  "Okay, spit it out. What happened?" I demanded.

  "Your...father lost his job," my mother said sadly.