"We are leaving in 4 hours and you haven't even packed yet, O wait here's the finishing line. Your ass is still in bed!" Dylan scolded standing in my doorway. "Go away, please. Im trying to get some beauty sleep. Didn' t get any last night, so move" I frowned under my Tedbear.
My Dad gave it to me when I was 6. He passed on when I was 16.
"Oh sis, please do it for me. I'll promise to bake you some cookies. Ginger, just as you like it" He smiled . I always like it when he's smiling. And I have to say....it's some sexy colgate smile.
Im not hitting on my brother okay. Could one say GROSS!
"You're totally checking me out. Im sorry Sam, Im taken" Dylan smirked from ear to ear. How are we even related?
DO NOT attempt to answer. One has weird theories. I don't know...
"Earth to lil sis . You need to get up and put your ass in the shower. We're leaving in 3 hours and 55 minutes" Dylan instructed while checking his Rolex watch. Expensive much? That's my brother for you ladies and gents.
As Dylan finally decided to disappear , I checked my phone. Three texts from TC and 2 Missed calls from Mom.
Damn, now I'm gonna get the "speech" when mom arrives.
"Hey sis!" My annoying brother called from downstairs.
I ignored him.
"I can hear the water running, so you better answer"Dylan blew my cover.
"Speak up already!"I replied with my hoarse morning voice.
"Have you started packing yet? Because you take hours. And oh about that cookies, that was just a trick. Thanks for getting up sis. You're good sports" he bursts out in laughter"
"That bastard"I muttered to myself.
"Easy there Sam, babysteps remember" Dylan chuckled.
Then again, how the hell are we even related.
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The Mentor
Ficção AdolescenteHi Im Samantha and it's my first time writing. So go easy on me hey. Im totally a fan of Knightsrachel though. So this book deals with low-self esteem and Depression. So be ready for an emotional ride. I'll say if you willing to risk your emotional...
