Chapter 1

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"Where is my sandwich?" Angela yelled from across the hall. "I'm keeping it in a very special place" Jake replied giggling. Which special place? she yelled back." My stomach" Jake yelled to her. He gave his twin, Chris a high five and they both burst into laughter. Angela growled. She hadn't really eaten the whole day and had her hopes set up on the sandwich, now her annoying twin brothers had eaten it.

Frustrated, she stormed into their room and saw a slice of bread and an orange coloured liquid which she presumed to be orange juice. To get back at them, she ate the slice of bread and drank the juice. It did taste funny, but she overlooked over it. Just as she was about to leave their room, Chris entered and grabbed her hand. "Tell me you didnt just eat the slice of bread and take the juice" he said looking at her, hoping shed say no. Angela looked at them and smiled, well I did, I ate everything. Every last piece of it. Jake and Chris looked very disturbed. And oh, here's a little tip, you might want to work on your orange juice, it has a funny after taste "THAT WAS OUR SCIENCE PROJECT" they shrieked. Angela panicked and run to her room. She had really had it with those boys. But what could she do, it was pretty much the same every day.

Angela and her siblings were on vacation. She was the second child of Mr Richard Anderson and Cara Anderson. Her Elder sister was Ellen. Ellen had never come second in anything academicals her whole life. She always remained an outstanding student in every area she found herself in. She wasnt so tall, she was skinny, had a very rich melanin and jet black afro. She never wore make up or fixed her nails or did any of those girly stuff. Her strawberry coloured lips made her hazel eyes pop out. She had a very interesting personality. She always seemed to understand people and gave really great advice. Always, wearing her light blue glasses, Ellen was always found reading a book, doing some research or watching some sort of documentary.

Angela on the other hand, had a very curvy figure and would always wear clothes to flaunt her hips. She had light hair, and a tawny skin. She had round black eyes and very long eye lashes. She always wore a smile on her face. Well except when her brothers upset her. Her delicate ears framed her button nose. Out of her pink lips came a soothing voice. Angela had a very a great voice for a short girl like herself. She really loved to sing, and wrote her own songs sometimes. It was really her dream to sing in front of a large audience. Aside her family, and her best friend, Estelle, it was really the only thing that gave her joy.

And then, there were the twins. Jake and Christopher. They were lanky and ochre coloured, had jet black eyes and two or three spots. They always had messy hair. They really didnt care about how they looked. They liked to play video games and make fun out of literally everything. They had their names written all over anything branded as trouble.

Now since they were on vacation, they did nothing but to play video games, create weird experiments and leave their room messy.

They lived in a very large mansion with a yard, swimming pool, basketball court, gym and a huge library. It had breakfast rooms, dining rooms, play rooms, music rooms and lots of bedrooms. The tiled floor of the mansion stretched wide to about 5,000 square feet. It was very neat with exquisite interior décor. Anyone who passed by, really did turn his or her head to have another glance, for it was indeed a beauty to behold.

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