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I pranced around the garden, hopping, jumping, doing cartwheels, flips and more.
I tugged my Calvin Klein sports bra down a little, so it was comfortable. Wiping my sweaty palms against my black leggings, I retreated back into my house.
I grabbed a nice, cold glass of water, slumping onto our leather couch tiredly.
That was...tiring.
That's the reason why I never practice for cheerleading other than at practice, it's too tiring.
I flicked through the channels on my Tv, stopping at the music channel.
Sorry by Justin Bieber immediately brought a smile to my face.
I swear that song never moves down the charts. Not that I'm conplaining.
"Ew, Justin Beiber." Callin snorted, causing me to stick the bird up.
"Justin Bieber's bae. Don't hate, appreciate, bro." I smirked, feeling the couch dip beside me.
"I'd appreciate if you change the channel to something way better than this crap." Callum retorted, flinging his legs onto my lap.
"Can you remove your dusty legs from my lap?" I joked, shoving his legs away from me.
"Other girls would die if I decided to place my legs on their laps. And it would definitely make them-"
"Don't finish that sentence." I snapped, glaring at him as he puffed his cheeks out to prevent the laugh threatening to escape.
He slowly calmed down, letting his legs rest on the glass coffee table instead.
"What do you plan on doing today, lil sis?"
"Probably hang out with Brandon, Lucy and them again." I shrugged, wiping my forehead with the back of my hand.
"Again?! Come on! What happened to Kyle?" Callum asked, turning to look at me.
My family have seriously been missing out on my very eventful life.
I thought back to what happened the other day.
Flashback-
"Wow, you seem to have both brothers twisted around your little finger." Minnie scowled, crossing her arms upon her chest.
"What?" I asked, blinking rapidly, unsure if I'd heard her right.
"You heard me. You've got them both under your spell. I wonder if you got Mark as well or maybe that side guy. What his name Daniel or something?" Minnie continued, raising an eyebrow.
"N-no. I haven't...I don't..."
Am I talking to the same, nice, Minnie? Or is she just two-faced?
"Speechless huh? I wonder what they even see in you?" Minnie asked, raising her eyebrows.
"I..I..what? I don't know what you're talking about?" I stuttered helplessly, my jaw remaining open.
"Come on, Sieara. You're supposed to be smart...the question was rhetorical." She smirked, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Wh-what are you trying to say?" I finally managed to say.
"You feel like you're on top of the world at the moment, don't you? The Murrys brothers after you and all, but keep in mind, not everything has a happy ending." Minnie continued, placing a manicured finger against her lip.
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