To Write Love On Her Arms (COMPLETE!:)

Chapter 1

*Author's Note: PLEASE READ*

Alright, there are a couple of things I need to touch base on to all my new readers to this story. First of all, YES I know, there's an organization called To Write Love On Her Arms. While the organization, in part, is an inspiration which helped birth this story, the story isn't about it. I have people continuously tell me that the title is copy righted, but I'm not sure about that to be honest. However, when and if TWLOHA is ready to be published and the title is an issue, than we'll try to work something out. Until then, TWLOHA as a title sticks. :P

Also, I've had issues getting the past few chapters written and it is often sparatic when I feel myself in the mood to work on TWLOHA. Do not fret, however, I'm not quitting the story. I've too long and too hard on this to give it up now. So even if it takes me a while to update, I promise you I will get to working on the next chapter the moment the mood strikes me. :) Now please enjoy!

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Chapter 1

“Abby, hurry up!” I shouted from the front door, checking my watch. Crap, we were going to be late if we didn’t get going.

On our very first day at a new school.

Not good.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” my sister shouted from the bathroom, sounding irritated.

I released a bated breath as I bounced from foot to foot, ready to get going.

Abby came out of the bathroom, looking like someone had hell to pay, her heels clicking against the polished wooden floor.She flipped her golden blond hair over her shoulder, glaring at me. “God, what is your deal?” she sneered at me, “I’ve never seen anybody so excited about going to a new school.”

Before I could catch myself, I rolled my eyes at her. She wasn’t a morning person, especially when it was a school morning. Lucky for her, I’d been dealing with her crabby attitude since she’d turned five and had learned just to take it in stride. I’m a patient person by nature; definitely a good thing when it comes to dealing with my little sister.

“Ah, it’s not that bad,” I said, flashing a grin only because it irritated the living heck out of her. While I don’t go out of my way to bug my sister, I know my morning person attitude agitates her above all else. And honestly, it’s pretty funny, especially now. I could practically see the smoke blowing out of her silver hooped and diamond studded ears at my grin. “Now come on, we’re going to be late if we don’t get going right now.”

She made a strangled noise and grumbled, “Fine,” under her breath before storming past me in her I’m-so-going-to-put-my-heels-in-your-balls strut.

Lucky for me, she hadn’t tried yet because I’m in football and I happen to be pretty fast.

Grateful for small favors, I watched her walk down the steps, cursing under her breath before she turned to glare up at me. “Well?” she demanded snidely.

“One sec,” I said, shaking my head at her before turning my attention to inside the house. “Hey, Mom,” I called, “We’re heading to school.”

“Okay, honey!” I heard some shuffling from inside the kitchen and my mom emerged wiping flour off her hands and wearing a warm smile she always had ready for anybody, friend, family or stranger. She tucked a stray of dark hair out of her face. “You behave now, you hear?”

I smiled and nodded, kissing her cheek. “You know I will. Love you,” I said before heading out and down the stairs.

“I love you! Have a good day at school, Ethan!” she called from the porch. I turned around, walking backwards, and waved at her. “Will do!” I called back then turned around again. I quickened my pace to catch up to my sister, knowing my mom would roast my butt in the oven if I didn’t keep an eye on her.