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                                                                       Chapter 10

We had gone through every single movie I had owned and cried our eyes out.  Carly and I probably looked like a mess, with dried mascara smeared on our faces, and our hair tangled in a pony tail.  I heard a knock on my door and opened it coming face to face with Jason, Jeremy and the rest of the boys.

“What?” I asked.

“We, um, came to see how you were doing,” Jeremy said, looking over my face.

“Well I’m fine, bye.” I slammed the door and walked back shoving my face with chocolates.

“Are you going to forgive them?” Carly asked.

I shrugged my shoulders, “They are my brothers, and don’t you think they have to work for it?”

She laughed, “What do you have up your sleeves?”

“Some fun,” I said rubbing my hands.

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The next morning, I took all the food in the house and stored it in the back of the truck.  I then locked the doors but had taped a note on the window that said, “Get some exercise you lazy bums!”

I then got ready and got Carly up, before rushing out the house.  I heard the boys’ coming downstairs for breakfast, and grabbed Carly’s hand, running.  We got in the car and I quickly backed down the driveway, speeding off.

We arrived at school and walked in arm in arm.  I watched, as we opened the door, all the people stop and stare.  I guess our little fight had gotten around, or maybe about my ‘attempt’.  I looked over at Carly with a worried expression on my face.  She just smiled held up her chin and dragged me to our lockers.

“What about….”

“Carly, what are you doing!” a voice screeched.

“…the cheerleaders,” I finished.

Carly sighed and turned around, “We made up!” she said acting over excited.

“But we had something in common, we hate her!” the girl screeched.

“Yeah, well now you’ll have to deal with her, we’re a package deal,” Carly said.

The girl huffed and turned, walking away.

“Thanks,” I whispered.

“What are friends for!” she said hugging me.

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