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SAVED THE ISALAND

I could hear my alarm beeping, far off in the back of my brain. I tried to ignore it, but the beep persisted, determined to wake me up.

"Fine," I said sleepily. "You win." I rolled over and looked at the numbers on my digital clock.

They glowed bright green in the dark. 6:30

I groaned. I hated getting up this early. But when I'd come back to Chicago from Kinkow, my Aunt Nancy had demanded that I get a job and go back to finishing high school, and I had to get up super early to do that.

I looked at my calendar hanging on the wall. 54 days, 7 hours, and 29 minutes.

That's how long it'd been since I'd last seen her.

No! Don't think about it, don't think about her! I thought. I'd left Kinkow to get away from Mikayla Makoola. But I couldn't get her out of my head. Her smile, her long brown hair, her warm brown eyes. Everything about her.

I tried to forget about her as I got ready for school, but it was way harder actually doing it as appose to the theory.

"Hey Aunt Nancy!" I said, coming into the kitchen for my breakfast. "What's cooking? It smells good."

She beamed at me. "Good morning, Brady!"

I sat down at the table next to my uncle. "Hey Uncle Bill."

He nodded at me.

My aunt put down a plate of cinnamon rolls in front of me. "Brady, your uncle and I just wanted to tell you again how happy we are that you're here. We really missed you and your brother while you were in Kinkow."

"I missed you guys too," I told them.

"How long do you plan on staying again?" Uncle Bill asked.

"Bill!" My aunt slapped his arm. "Be polite!"
"I don't have to be polite, he's family!"
"It's okay, Aunt Nancy," I said, grinning. "I don't know, Uncle Bill. At least until I finish school."

"Are you gonna be living in Chicago, or are you going back to Kinkow after that?" My aunt wanted to know.

"Ummmmm, I really don't know."

"Why did you come back anyways, Brady? Not that I'm not glad you're here, but you never told us why. It's very odd, you've never been without Boomer before. Not even when Boomer went to summer camp. I had to drive up there and get him after one night because you missed him so much." She looked worried.

"I just wanted to get my education, and Boomer didn't really care." I felt their eyes on me. I grabbed a cinnamon roll and got up. "I need to go, I'm gonna be late." I hurried out the door.

That wasn't the reason I'd left and I knew it. I'd left because Mikayla has said I'd never grow up as long as I was king. So I'd left to grow up, but I didn't know if it was working.

I wished I could talk to Boomer. My aunt was right, we'd never been apart before, not for even a day. I'd never admit it, but I missed my twin like crazy. We'd been best friends since birth, literally. Boomer knew everything there was to know about me. He'd been there during my Brady Potter phase, while I was going through a really bad hair phase and no girls would talk to me, and so much other stuff. We'd been through everything together. Even saving an island. Manytimes. But here I was, going to high school without him. Something that was even harder than taking down a whole legion of Tarantula People.

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My high school hadn't changed a bit. Even though me and Boomer had saved this place from Tarantula People and proved we were kings, everyone seemed to have forgotten, and I was back to being teased by everyone and terrorized by Rondo, the bully who'd always been horrible to me and Boomer.