Anyway... Lets continue, Maxwell got out of bed and looked out his window. Its was 5:00 am and the city was cold and dark, the only thing lighting the shadowed heart of the city was the oil lamps in the street; It was a bad idea to be out anywhere else but that street when it was dark because you would probably get plucked.
And by plucked I mean someone plucking you off the vine of life like a fat, juicy, grape; Then that person would shove you down his/her disgusting throat.
His sister called him down for breakfast, his sister... She had better scores than him in the academy, she was older, and she cared about him more than the world; Her voice was so warm it could melt the most evil, cold heart. Than again she was a little mischievous...
... Maxwell got up and out of his room and went down stairs, "Are some of the steps still squeaky?" He asked, *Squeak *Squeak *Squeak *Step *Step
"What do you think?" His sister smirked as Maxwell responded, "Sorry Beth, I thought I fixed those Damn stairs a little while ago."
Maxwell really did try to fix those stairs a little bit ago... But they just seem to want to anger him more and more.
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