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Chapter two !
Green bombers and snapbacks

MY eyes fluttered open, sounds of voices coming from downstairs

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MY eyes fluttered open, sounds of voices coming from downstairs. My room was dark due to the curtains blocking the sunlight from coming into the room. I yawned, sitting up slowly. The voices downstairs getting louder, following by a loud commotions. Yanking the covers off of my body, I lifted myself off of my bed and walked over to my door, peeking through the small crevice between the door frame and the door. Boxes were scattered everywhere but I still didn't see anyone from my view. I back away from the door and walk over to my windows, pulling the curtains back. My eyes squinted from the sun immediately shinning on my face, but I still managed to peek through my blinds. I face palmed myself as I noticed a moving truck parked in our driveway.

"Shit", I groaned. I had completely forgotten about Tony and his kids moving in today.

I jog over to my closet and opened it. Not wanting to confront them in a wrinkled tank top and basketball shorts. I found a nicer pair of denim shorts and a white Rolling Stones t-shirt. I quickly put it on, combing my hair out with my fingers. Once I was done I found my Adidas slides and put them on my feet.

"Ivy!", My mom yelled from downstairs.

"Coming!", I yelled back.

Finally finished, I walked out of my room and jogged down the stairs. My mom stood at the bottom, waiting for me.

"Good morning", My mom smiled.

"Morning", I replied, looking around the house for any sign of Tony. "I thought Tony and his kids were here?".

My mom gestured me to the living room, "They're in the living room".

"Do I have to-"

"Yes, now come on", My mom grabbed my hand and pulled me along with her as she walked into the living room.

Three boys came into view. Tony was placing a box on the floor with the help of another boy with slightly curly hair. Then a smaller boy, with a snapback on sat on the couch with his earbuds plugged into his ears. It was as if he was lost in the music.

My mom cleared her throat, "Boys".

Everyone's heads turned towards her direction, except for the boy with his earbuds in his ears. Tony noticed and yanked them out of his ear, earning a gasp from the younger boy.

"What the fu-"

"Hey! Watch your mouth", Tony warned.

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