Josh's POV
Like Twinkling Stars
*edited*
"So, you know your cousin, Jaclyn?" My mom asks suddenly at the dinner table.
My sister and I shared a glance.
Jaclyn Hills: literal definition of brat. I mean, yeah, I got what I want often, but her... if she asked her dad for the world he'd probably go down in history book for actually being able to get it.
"Uh-huh. What about her?" I asked shoving some broccoli into my mouth.
"Weelll." My mom drawls out, "Turns out my sister is going on a business trip with uncle Michael for a month."
I almost spit out my broccoli, I knew what was coming next.
"And they asked us to look after her."
My sisters fork literally dropped down to the plate.
Now you might be thinking 'josh, hold up a bit, she can't be that bad.'
And you're right, she is more than that bad.
Summer of 2014 she came up behind me while I was eating breakfast (Note that my parents were literally sitting in front of me and didn't warn me). And she cut. My. Hair.
And I'm not saying a little shake of the blades I'm talking cut-so-short-she-scraped-my-ear-and-made-my-scalp-bleed kinda cut.
My parents scolded her so delicately, as if she was made out of glass and they weren't allowed to raise their voices.
My sister and I pleaded with our parents.
"Can I stay at Callum's?" I ask in utter desperation.
My mom sent me a look, "No, besides, I'd hate to give Callum anymore trouble at home." She shook her head in pity, "You are going to suffer at the house and behave."
It could've just died at that very moment, maybe melting away would be better, I wasn't sure.
"Anyway, I just wanted you to know before she came." My mom smiled innocently. "Make sure to wash the dishes after dinner."
I fought off a scowl as my mother made her way to her bedroom. My dad was still at work and I couldn't believe that I had to spend the next month with my awful cousin.
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"Ow!" I yelped gripping my arm and angrily shoving my cousin.
She stumbled onto the ground, no, she had balance fine. I made sure not to shove her hard enough so that she wouldn't fall. She fell on purpose.
And then this... this 13 year old girl, starts to bawl.
I almost lost all sense of self control.
Of course my parents came charging in as if I had just decided to go on a mass murder spree.
I could see the scolding in the eyes before they even said anything.
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