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Chapter One: "Do You Want Me To Get Kidnapped?"

My heads spins in confusion as I try to grasp onto the concept of these new fashion trends. I honestly don't get why people wear those overly ripped jeans when they're basically like wearing shorts, or those excessively low necked shirts that show most of your cleavage. It's a good thing I have my two best friends, who are honestly the biggest fashion critics ever to exist, at the newly installed store just a block away from our school.

"No that's gross. Nope, nope. Next!" Christopher flicks his wrist and looks away.

"Fine drama queen; what about this shirt?" I ask poking my head from the dressing room to show Macy and him a crimson peasant shirt. In response they both tilt their heads with a slightly sour face.

"How 'bout this?" Macy beams holding up a black slinky shirt.

"Do you want me to get kidnapped?" I throw the shirt back at her.

"So that's a no?" she asked smoothing down her now fizzled hair. I slowly walk away trying to go to a part of the store that might actually have things that fit my style.

"Honey, where do you think you're going?" Christopher questions, glaring at me with his hazelnut eyes.

"Um... nowhere." I joke.

"Emma get your little butt back here."

I walk even faster to the other section of the store.

Now that I made my escape, I'll probably be here for another four hours.

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"Can you not?" I ask looking at my brother's blue eyes.

"Not what? Be stunningly awesome?" He takes another swig of milk straight from the carton and flips his hazel hair to be a dramatic twit.

"Gross," I open the freezer and take out an ice cream sandwich. I hop on the counter to be met with Ethan's scrunched face.

"I hope you get fat from that," he flicks me.

"And I hope your face gets stuck like that!" I yell back blowing a raspberry at his direction.

I set down my treat and throw my hair up into a messy bun. I get distracted by how much Ethan and I look alike. Except for the fact that he has blue eyes and I have hazel eyes. And the fact that I'm female helps keep us not looking like identical twins. From day one he has always held over my head that he's older than me. Like dude, you're like 11 months older, shut up. Since I missed the cut off for school he gets to be a senior and get to be a sweet little junior. As much as I despise his presence, I appreciate when he gets protective. It's like yeah you can't touch me, come at me bro! You feel me? I get so lost in thought that I barely notice when my dad enters, talking excessively loud on his headset. I definitely did not get my looks from him. My mom is three years younger and 10x prettier. They were high school sweethearts and own The Walker Real Estate. I hate that job, it requires them to be businessmen and women 90% of the time and parents 10% of the time.

"How was shopping?" my father kisses the top of my head, not fully talking to me as he's listening to someone on the line.

"Long," I roll my eyes.

"Homework?" he asks, opening the cupboard.

"Fine," I mumble and head upstairs.

I can hear Ethan faintly talking to some girl on the phone.

"You got her pregnant?!" I yell loud enough so the girl on the other line can hear. Soon after I hear her stumble and make up an excuse to leave. Ethan throws open the door looking at my overly confident face.

"Why?"

"Why not? You wished me fat, I wish you to die alone."

"I hate you," he smacks me upside the head.

"You know you love me," I ruffle his hair.

"Don't you have homework to do?"

"Don't you have to be practice right now?"

"Crap!" He rushes back into his room and grabs his duffle bag filled with baseball equipment.

"Thanks nerd!" He calls at me running down the stairs.

I walk into my room and plop down on my bed. I'm sucked into a black hole of homework when I look outside. Really, it's already dark out? I check my phone and see it's one in the morning. Thanks school for depriving me of my sleep.

I slip off my jeans and t-shirt and see that my curtain is still open. I quickly shut it, paranoid that someone could be watching. I pull on one of Ethan's giant shirts on that reaches my knees and climb into bed. I'm dozing off into dreamland when I hear my phone go off.

"Night Darling" -Unknown

Too tired to register the text, I close my phone and fall asleep.