UGLY ASS FRUIT

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I heard the gentle rustle of leaves outside my open window. My eyes opened. Sun light crept out from behind the towering pom trees as they swayed back in forth. I could hear people talking down stairs. I hobbled out of bed and started for my door slightly glancing at the letter still on my desk.

You never know till they're gone

   I tumbled down the stairs greeted by Abby Xander and Mell. They kinda look like a legitimate family. I mean Abby looks a considerable amount like Xander. I laughed slightly.

"Whats so funny?" Abby asked

"Nothing, you guys just look like a family" Xander tried to scoot away but Mell grabbed both him and Abbigale and forced them into a hug.

"Of course we do, we are a family now, and your part of it" she motioned for me to fling myself into her arms. I tried to retreat just as xander did but failed just as bad. Abby had grabbed my arm and pulled me with what seemed like all her might directly into the ball of people. Just as we all were curled up Jake and Axle fumbled down the stairs only to stop midway and retreat. They got away though. When Mell finnaly let go we all sat back down as far away from her as possible at the small table.

"Oh by the way, Xander Mell my brother said thank you"

They both looked at me in astonishment.

" A Letter was in my pillow case up stairs"

They looked at each other and im guessing they didnt know what to say. What are they suposed to say your welcome i mean the guys dead so.....

We just sat in silence for a bit.

Until the door flew open, Paige came running in dropping a dozen butt ass ugly fruits on our table. Rosaline came in shortly after her gasping for air.

What the fuck?!

"No fair you didnt invite me!" abby jumped off her seat.

"Awe man mabey next time, abbs" Paige said patting the ten year olds furious head.

Rosaline took a large gasp of air "BREAKFAST!" it wasnt long before the two idiots came falling down the steps.

How in the hell am i suposed to eat this piece of shit!

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