Chapter thirty one
*Abby's p.o.v.*
I'm done all of my exams, so today I can sleep in, or at least I thought I could sleep in, that is until Stephen walked into my room at six in the morning.
"Abby," he said.
"Stephen," I said.
"I really don't want to write this exam," he said.
"What exam do you have?" I asked.
"English," he said, than asked, "will you write it for me?"
"No," I said.
"Why not?" He asked.
"Because English is the easiest exam to write and plus I already wrote my English exam last Thursday," I said.
"Please I'm begging you," he said.
"And I'm begging you to let me sleep that way I'm rested up for our camping adventure that starts today," I said, than I got an idea and said to him, "I think Daniel would write it for you if you ask him,"
"Trust me he wouldn't," he said.
"I'm sure he will," I said.
"How?" He asked.
"I'll tell you how," I said.
"Okay." he said. I took my phone in my hand and looked up Daniels contact info. I clicked on it.
"Should I call or text him?" I asked.
"Call," Stephen said.
"Okay I'll do that." I said. I hit the phone button.
~ phone call~
"Hello," Daniel said.
"Hello," I said.
"Abby what would you like?" He asked.
"Well I was wondering if you would like to write an English exam?" I asked.
"An English exam, who's would it be?" He asked.
"Your brothers," I said.
"What's in it for me?" He asked.
"Free food," I said.
"You think you can bribe me with food?" He asked.
"Yes," I said, than asked, "what's your favourite food?"
"Any pasta dish," he said.
"Prefect I'll have Emma make you something," I said.
"Why Emma and not you or Stephen?" He asked.
"Because unlike me Emma doesn't leave the pasta in over boiling water or leave it in a big tangled up mess where the ends burn," I said.
"Fine but you should run it by Emma," he said.
"I will later," I said.
"No it has to be today or I won't write the exam for Stephen," he said.
"Fine," I said.
"Oh and Abby just a little FYI I can't write the exam for Stephen even if I really wanted to because I don't look like him or write like him or talk like him and plus I'm a year older and all of the teachers can tell us both apart," he said.
"Fine I'll tell him," I said.
"I still want that pasta," he said.
"Maybe another time," I said.
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My bad life turned good
FanfictionThis is the story of a sixteen year old girl named Abigail, who prefers to be called Abby. When Abby was ten years old her parents passed away in a car crash, Abby was in the car with them but she managed to survive. After she is better and out of t...
