Mission target, my holy grail. There sat the sweet nectar of life and the finest creation that has come from human evolution. Oh the sweet orange juice of my life, how I cherish thee. And it isn't like Ethan's drinking it anyways.
Gotta take it on the go, you're being put to good use glass cup. Your sacrifice will always be remembered! Snatching the cup of heaven juice off the table, I hopped to the door.
"What the- Khloi, give my orange juice back!" A competitor has arrived! I must protect my life giving fruit juice at all cost. I turned around, holding up my newly weaponized dirty sock, to face my little brother.
"Like hell not! You freaking left it on the dinner table! You weren't even gonna drink it, it's mine!" I yelled back. Why's he even mad, this happens every day.
"But it's mine! You don't know if I was going to drink it anyways. Give it back!" He complained, puffing out his cheeks angrily.
Ethan used logic, it was very effective. I knew I had no choice but to use my secret weapon. I chucked the smelly sock at my dear baby brother, earning a screech from his part, before scampering out the door. Careful not to spill the juice.
I sprinted up the street, which was actually much harder then it looked in shows. Those physically fit liars show us gullible kids that running up a hill is as easy as the homework high school teachers tell us it's going to be. Those bastards, I'll get theme back. Though I suppose it can't be helped since I'm a lazy, physically unfit sophomore graduate trying to run up here with a backpack full of, like, 10 pounds of paper that you don't find till two weeks after they're needed. But it must be Ethan's fault. That little baby must be trying to get me back for always drinking his orange juice. My ineptitude for running up hill couldn't possibly be due to the fact that I'm totally weak, he must have done something.
Funny enough, as soon as I heard angry yelling in the distance, I wasn't tired. My path to school was flattening out a bit too, so I ran for my life till I saw a bus stop with angry looking introvert standing there. I skidded to a stop, wheezing for air.
"Stop bullying your brother Khloi." June said, in a flat monotone voice.
What ever do you mean? How dare you accuse me of such a thing!" I coughed, between gasps.
(That's it for today, I'll try to update every week, and hopefully I can get the updates longer)
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I can write a story, not a title
HumorWhen siblings, Khloi and Ethan find two magic compasses they decide to spend their unfilled summer following it, along with their best friend June who hops in along the way. Chaos ensues
