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Today was my 16th birthday.

Most people when they turn 16 wants to have this huge, "Sweet 16" party. Me, I wanna hang out with my big brother, Dean and his boss, Jeffrey.

Jeffrey was 25, but acted as if he was 16 also. Jeffrey only acted his age if he was dealing with money. Jeffrey was like a second brother to me. His dad ran the Mafia in town plus all the street races.

Dean, he was 20. He was the best racer in the city. The cops knew the name Dean Fugglehorn as if it a name of a family member. He was widely known, him and his legendary Ferrari, "Sixteen".

Dean recently been given a new Audi R8 from Jeffrey. Dean had been customizing it for about a month, and today he planned to use it in race.

But when I looked at the clock, it wad only noon. I sighed as I headed to, "Dead Man Wonderland" which was a ghost town outside of town. I walked there, since it was only 10 blocks away.

Jeffrey and Dean both lived there and would show up in town late on Mondays and Wednesdays. They had spares cars under fake names.

Jeffrey had got the race that night to be at "Dead Man Wonderland" which took some serious doing.

I took my sweet time getting there. Dean told me not to get there until one, but I was't to worry about it. I smiled as I waved to all the people. Even if I was known as Dean Fugglehorn's sister I was also known as Pastor George Fugglehorn's niece. Yea, my uncle was the Pastor at our local church. Everyone was proud of me for not being like my brother. Boy was everyone wrong!

My father had died the year before. I was a sad death, everyone was impacted by his death. My father took in about everyone in this town at least once. He was well known. It wasn't until Dean started to race that my father started to turn cold. Eugene Fugglehorn ran the local pub, which lead to him having a drinking problems.

"Dead Man Wonderland" was like a second home to me. I stayed there with Dean sometimes. "Dead Man Wonderland" was an average town, just with extra vines and tall grass.

Dean and Jeffrey were squatting at 247 Fire Cracker Lane. They keep a generator there to run the figde,.stove, tv, ect.

When I got there Dean was still asleep but Jeffrey was sitting on the couch eating a bowl of corn flakes.

"Sup Jeff," I said taking a seat by him.

"Sup Andi," he said smiling.

Jeffrey put down his bowl of corn flakes and hugged me smiling. He kissed my cheek and whispered, "Happy Birthday Andrea," before letting go of me and heading to Dean's room.

A few minutes later Dean came out in his boxers rubbing his eyes yawning. He sat by me and one arm hugged me and yawned, "Happy Birthday."

Jeffrey came out with 2 boxes wrapped up. One was huge sized and the other was tiny.

"The small one is from Dean while the big one is from me," Jeffrey said handing me his gift. I ripped off the wrapping and opened the box to see an outfit. I took out a tank top with was low cut and plaid. Green and blue plaid. There was a pair of shoes which had spikes on the toes. Next was a pair of blue skinny jeans with rips in them. At the bottom of the box, was a ring box. I looked at Jeffrey as I got up and sat on the floor so Jeffrey could sit by Dean. I open the box and there it laid. "The Ring."

"The Ring" was something that every racer would kill for. It was a ring that said, "Boss Man Puppet". Only the best racers got this ring. Dean, Jeffrey, and a guy named Kyle had this ring from Jeffrey's father. I looked up at them and they both just smiled.

Dean than handed me his gift, which were the keys to Sixteen.

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 02, 2013 ⏰

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