Morgan McCoy has lived a normal life all this time but all that changes when a group moves to California.
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"I don't know what I'm doing."
"Don't worry you'll do fine. It's in your blood."
"What if I mess up?"
"You won't."
It feels like something is clawing at my body trying to get out in the middle of the desert.
To put that in normal words, I'm in pain and I feel hot.
What the hell is going on?
"Hey Morg- MUM! DAD! GET IN HERE!" I hear one of my brothers scream. It sounds like Isaac.
Isaac McCoy, one of my many brothers. He's in college, Juilliard to be exact. His second year. He turned twenty in January ranking him the 4th oldest child.
He's lean like literally every other boy I know. He has grey eyes that stand out well against his mocha colored skin and brown curly hair. Whenever we leave the house, just us two, we wear shirts that say in bold capital letters "THATS MY SISTER" and "THATS MY BROTHER" because we don't look alike in the slightest. Well except for the curly hair type.
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"What's wrong Morgan?" He whispers getting to my side quickly and sitting beside me.
"It hurts," I mumble gritting my teeth.
"Where does it hurt?"
"Everywhere. Mostly my head." I say trying to sit up.
"Well shit. MUM! DAD! HURRY THE HELL UP!" He shouts again.
"It's gonna be ok. The pain will stop soon." He says side hugging me.
A few seconds later my parents nearly break my door trying to get into my room.
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