Chapter 7- Dinner

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     "Ouch." I squeaked, clutching my knee. My eyes glare at Colton his stormy eyes gleam with pride.
     We sit at the marble table in the Brady's dinning room sent up with pizza boxes scattered over the table, my eyes wander on everyone's expressions. Everyone seems to be having a great time with big grins plastered on their faces, except for Mitchell. Mitchell stares across the table at his mother, she most have caught his gaze or sensed his boredom because she piped up, "How 'bout you and Amethyst go down stairs and hang out."
     "But mom..."
     "Now Mitchell, just stay out of my stuff. Okay?"
     He nods bitterly and we make our way down the rickety stair case.

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