I slipped into my usual running shoes and jogged out the front door. I zipped up my North Face in attempt to block out the cold, and protect my skin from the light falling snow. Indoor track started in a few weeks and I had to stay in shape. I unlocked my phone and turned on my go to pump up song My House by Florida. As the beats started bounding against my neck through my headphones I picked up my pace staying on beat with the music. While I was running my mind wondered what the singers voice would sound like, or if I would even like the song if I could actually hear it, oh well.
After an hour of running, a length of about 3 miles, I headed home taking a cool down walk. While slipping off my sneakers and headphones I saw my sister come rushing towards me, flaunting her hands around signing to me, "Hurry up boys are coming in a few minutes and I don't need you looking like you, or smelling like you for that matter." I rolled my eyes at her "Like I care, I'll just stay in my room and out of your way." She answered me with a simple "Not an option," as she grabbed my arm dragging me up the stairs.
Once we got to her room she threw a towel at me and motioned towards our adjoined bathroom signing at me to shower. Once I got out she threw my robe at me and sat me on her bed. She spent what seemed like forever straightening my hair and 'perfecting' my makeup. Eventually she walked over to my room. I could tell she was raiding my closet because I could see the clothes flying around the room, Great another mess I'll have to clean. She comes back in, looking at me with a disgusted expression as she signs "All your clothes are hideous, you're borrowing some of mine." I responded with a look that said 'Whatever'. She threw me a pair of black leggings with a maroon crop top, spaghetti strapped to be exact. I put it on and gave her a disapproving look "It's winter," I signed, "who dresses like this?" She rolled her eyes at me as she tosses me a long white sweater to wear with it, and some shoes. After making these adjustments I looked at her in high heels and a little black dress, as she fixed her already perfect red curls and added final touches to her makeup. I'm two years older and she dresses more mature then I do! And she needs a longer dress, that dress is waaayyy to short! I thought to myself. "Isn't that a tad short?" I signed. She rolled her eyes at me and signed "That's why mom paid for it you prude." Well damn.
The lights in the house flashed meaning someone was ringing the door bell. Gracefully my sister worked her way down the steps and answered the door. I peeked around the corner and saw his brother then him... why them?
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AUTHORS NOTE:
Hey guys I might tweak this later and I will post a new chapter ASAP but until then let me know what you think!
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The song added is My House, our main characters pump up sons. And the picture is well a picture of bowling shoes because it can be and I didn't find any other pictures of shoes.
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