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The next day, Di, Matthew and I brought Zann home.

"Zann, turn around!" Di commanded.

Zann huffed as she turned.

"What is there to turn? it is my own home, after all..." Z grumbled.

"Cheer up, at least you don't have to wait for the door to be opened daily by your parents," Matthew said, laughing.

My jaw dropped. "Seriously? That's so good! I'm the stay at home only kid... at least your parents are home," I said resentfully.

Di quickly unlocked the door and whispered something to Janice, who appeared behind and nodded.

"Come in, Z!" she said, flicking on the lights when Zann entered.

"SURPRISE!" a chorus of voices yelled out.

Zann jumped and blinked, shocked.

"Wait what? Who's this?" she asked.

"Us!" Janice yelled triumphantly.

Zann grinned so widely her face split in half.

"Janice!"

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