Chapter Two

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 Yay, chapter two! Who else is excited besides me :) Once again, let me know what you think-comment, vote, fan, you know how this thing goes!

This is a surprise dedication to Mariiee_Love for being a loyal reader, and for the support! Thanks again :)

 Mom (Shelly)-Vera Farmiga --------------------->

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Truth is the most valuable thing we have, so I try to conserve it. 

Mark Twain

                As soon as I got home, the first thing I did was put on another hoodie. I’ll never stop getting crap about them from my mom-I inherited her small waist and hourglass figure, along with her 5’6” height and straight dark hair. She always tells me that I need to “accentuate my features”, which is actually a nice way of telling me to play up the good so people won’t notice the bad-the scar on my bottom lip where I bit it repeatedly as a baby, my slightly upturned nose, and pale green eyes. Not the pretty green you read about in books: “his green emerald eyes bored into me, and I felt my knees begin to quiver”. No, mine are a grayish green, which can’t be compared to emeralds. The only thing I can think of that resembles them is the algae that grow on the sides of boats.

                My closet is full of hoodies like these. I smiled as I picked out my favorite-a god-awful bright orange one that’s been worn to perfection. I stripped off my size-six skinny jeans and slid on a pair of men’s basketball shorts. Ah, finally, I’m comfortable again. I headed back down to the living room and plopped on the couch, immediately turning the satellite to a music station. I smiled, pulled out my homework, and prepared to forget about the day’s events.

                I should have known it wouldn’t last though.

                “Ray, you’re on YouTube!” my twelve year old sister called as she bounded down the stairs. I groaned and turned to her as she put her notebook laptop on my lap. She pressed play, and I’m able to see secondhand what my epic spaghetti slip looked like today. But the person that posted it couldn’t just show it once-oh no, that would’ve been too merciful. Instead, after the initial showing, they slow it down with my voice lowered several octaves, stretching it out as long as humanly possible, then sped back up, shown repeatedly over and over. I turned and smacked Elise on her petite shoulder, and she looked at me with surprise.

                “What the heck was that for?” she asked accusingly.

                “Did you really think I would want to see this, or are you just trying to kill me?” I asked, with just as much accusation in my voice as was in hers. People think she’s a little angel, with my father’s blonde hair and mom’s chocolate brown eyes, but her and her twin brother Roth are some of the sneakiest kids you’ll ever meet.

                A smile broke out on her thirteen year old face. “No, but I did want to see your reaction when you saw it,” she said, and grabbed her laptop from my grasp and started running, before I could hit her with it.

                “Dear Lord,” I prayed out loud. “Please give me the strength not to kill Elise today, for it has been a most troubled one and I really want something or someone to take it out on,” I continued, my hands raised in the air. “Or, if not, please give her the strength to run from me as I bring her down. Amen!” I yelled, and jumped off the couch after my little sister. She started screaming immediately, before I even found her. I guess she was preparing for the worst. I swear, sometimes she’ll say “ow” if you think about hitting her.

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