Adjusting

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I wake up to the sound of two boys bickering back and forth. Oh yay, just what I wanted. I roll over to face the wall and the boys stop yelling. Matter of fact, they stop talking completely. I wonder what's up.

"BOO!" They both shout, making me jump about ten feet high. Jeez, I can't even mind my own business without having a mini heart attack? They go back to yelling as loud as they possibly can. I wipe the sleep out of my eyes and proceed to go downstairs. It has to be better than this.

I was wrong. It's worse down here. There are toys everywhere from a screaming toddler who is now on the kitchen counter playing with my dad's cigarettes. I look around to see if anyone notices. Anna is busy holding the youngest kid, so I take it upon myself to make sure my brother doesn't get lung cancer. I take the cigarettes from him and put them back, and pick Damon up to take him to the living room.

"Who ordered a baby?" I say with a slight smile. Anna smiles back and sighs.
"Thank you sweetie."
"No problem" I reply, I wonder if every day is like this. I really hope not. Damon must have calmed down because he's sitting on the floor watching Blue's Clues now. That's good. I ponder what there is to do. I definitely don't want to go back upstairs and deal with that headache.

"Is it alright if I grabbed a book from my stuff in your car and sat on the hill outside?" I ask shyly, not wanting to be rude.
"Of course you can" my dad replied. I nod and go outside. Finally some quiet. I grab my favorite book from my box of books. Runaway Twin. I've only read it about 7 times now. And yet it never seems to get old.

It's about a girl who is in the foster care system because her mom and grandma died in a car crash which left her and her twin sister with no family, or, at least her. She finds a large amount of money that nobody claims, so she keeps, and sets off to find her sister who she has never met.

I go to the hill and take in the view for a few minutes. It's actually really nice out here. Even if I don't like it in the house, I like it outside. I open my book and start reading.

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