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CHAPTER THIRTEEN: OLDEST GETS THE FLOOR
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→ OCTAVIA YAWNED, stretching her arms out. she glanced at her night stand and saw a notification on her phone. she sighed softly and picked it up, checking the notification.
JASON: having fun without me?
OCTAVIA: so much fun.
JASON: get into trouble?
OCTAVIA: you wouldn't believe.
JASON: shame i missed it.
OCTAVIA: shucks
JASON: i gotta go. be safe, okay?
OCTAVIA: when am i not?
JASON: what? you want a list?
OCTAVIA: fuck you.
octavia smiled to herself, turning off her phone and getting out of bed to change and get ready.
octavia rubbed her eye with her knuckle as she walked down into the kitchen. "morning, octavia." dick said from the table.
"morning, dick." octavia replied.
"you're up late." dick said.
octavia sighed, sitting down next to rachel, "getting mentally tortured in an asylum really knocks a girl out." octavia joked.
dick looked down, octavia sighed, "sorry. i know being tortured is a sensitive topic for the both of us." she said softly.
"don't be sorry. just tell me you're packed." dick said.
"uh, duh." octavia replied, "come on, brother, who do you think i am."
"brother?" gar asked.
"oh shit, that's right we never told you yet." octavia said, realized she never told rachel and gar her and dick were siblings.
"told us what?" rachel asked.
"my full name is octavia grayson." octavia said, "i'm dick's younger sister."
