Sunday-6:30 am
My grandma takes care of me and my 14 year old ,older brother. I am 12 almost 13. My brother has dirty blonde hair that he always has to push out of his face all the time. He has light brown skin and bluish-grayish eyes with a determined look in his eyes. When he is mad or confused he gets this stormy look in his eyes like he does now. "Darcy!" My brother screams. "What?" I shout lazily from the couch. "Where is my 20$ bill?" he asks angrily. "Je ne sais pas" I say in a perfect French accent with a little chuckle. He storms downstairs and stops in front of me. "Where is it?" he hisses like he's spitting venom at me. I shrug "Don't know, don't care" I say sassily with a evil smirk. "You do" he says quietly but deadly. I almost wish he was screaming. "I don't have it" I say my smirk disappearing from my face. He raises one eyebrow momentarily. Then he looks thoughtful for a minute than looks smug. "Then you won't mind if I check your room." He says with a deadly/evil smile. "You can't" I blurt out. "Why not?" he says still smug. I stay silent. "That's what I thought" he says then he stalks off. You see we will fight over anything and that means we fight a lot. Since mom and dad died and my sister... ran away we certainly have fought a lot more and usually are fights are worse. This one seemed laid back. Suddenly there is a knock on a door disrupting my thoughts.
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Everyone Leaves Eventually
Non-FictionDarcy is a 12 year old girl. Her mom and dad died and her sister... left. She lives with her grumpy grandma and her brother who is now always in a bad mood (and who she is always fighting with). Her family is in debt and a happy new girl has just mo...
