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Chapter Three: The Usual
  Logan Sanders

6:00. Time to get up.

Little did that tiny alarm clock know, I had gotten up an hour ago, after getting the recommended amount of sleep, of course. I would never deny myself the sleep that I need to make it through the day.

Since I had already dressed myself for the day, it was time to go downstairs and get well-balanced breakfast. So I did. My breakfast for today was an apple and a glass of orange juice. That was well-balanced in my eyes.

"You do realize that cereal exists, right?" My brother Jackson asked. Sometimes it was hard to believe that he was my brother, seeing as we acted nothing like each other. He was energetic and played sports and his room was a mess, while I was calm, joined academic clubs, and kept my room perfectly clean.

I looked at him using the most serious look I could make my face make, "Yes, but I wish to live a full life. And sugary cereal will not help me get towards that goal. An apple a day will."

He stared at me with the most bored face a human could make, "Whatever, nerd." and walked away. That went well, I told myself, though I knew that the small conversation had gone the opposite of 'well.' Sometimes it was better to look on the brighter side, I suppose.

I finished my apple and continued on with the rest of my routine for the morning. It was simple, really; the most difficult part was making sure that I completed every task at the same time in the same order every day, consistent; that was a piece of cake for me. I had been using this schedule for at least three years.

Noticing the small figure walking towards me, I turned and picked up my little sister, who was two, Gwendoline. We called her Gwen for short. She had just learned how to walk a few months ago, but since then, she has been out of control, walking around and picking up things that weren't meant for her to pick up. Jackson sometimes called her Tornado Gwen. I didn't understand nicknames, but everyone seemed to like the nickname so I just went with it.

Gwen only knew one word. And I knew very well that it was Jackson who taught her it. Nobody else in my family spoke like that. We were a polite—and normal—speaking family.

"Dude!" Is the word that came out of my baby sister's mouth. The first time she said it was a surprise, but now I've gotten used to it, unfortunately. She had known it for longer than she knew how to walk, which is concerning considering she's still an impressionable mind and anything we say around her can and will affect how she grows up.

I sighed, "You're unaware of how this could affect you. Maybe I should keep you away from Jackson and Drake..." Drake was another brother of mine. And, since you know my feelings toward nicknames already, I'll spare you the lecture of how I feel about the fact that he likes to be called "Dragon."

"Dude, not cool. I can hang with Tornado. No harm'll be done to her," Speak of the devil. I turned slightly and, standing there, was none other than Mr. Fire-Breathing Mythical Beast himself. I ignored his comment and sat Gwen down, before finishing off my breakfast and grabbing the last few things I would need for school.

I would have to drive Jackson and Drake to school, since I was the only one of us three who had a car and was legally old enough to drive. My mom and dad were at work already, which means I would have to take Gwen to the sitter, too. Which also means that we had to leave now.

"Get your belongings! We have to go now if we want to get Gwen to the babysitter and ourselves to school on time!" I rushed to get my shoes on and sped to the car, grabbing my sister on the way. I turned on the car and waited for about five minutes for everyone to get in the car.

And when everyone was secured in the backseat, I drove us to our destination.