chapter one

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Hiii my name's Amber and my life's pretty crazy, let me tell you about it. I was born April 22nd 2004 in florida I have an older sister and i didn't know it yet but a younger brother too. One of my mother's best friends name was Jenny they met at mommy daughter play group and have inseparable ever since then.  Jenny a daughter my sisters age her name was Eliza. We grew up so close to them they we considered them our aunt and cousin. I loved hanging out with them however we had a yearly tradition good Friday baking ! I've done it every year since i was literally born like my mom went into labor during the first year of good Friday baking crazy right ? I'm turning 16 years old this year which means this year is also the 16th year of the tradition. know that you know just a little bit about my life i think i'll let the story begin
BANG BANG BANG my door swings open and i jolt awake
"time to get up it's 10:30 am and we need to go at 12" my mom says simply i look over at my clock one she's lying it's only 10:15 she's always very dramatic and two it's good friday baking today! i squealed a little in my head before getting up to take a shower as i walk over for the handle my sister wiggles pat me into the bathroom and shuts the door
a-"hey what the fuck hannah get out !"
h-"no can do i have to shower first"
a-"bro i was just about to"
h-"i'll be quick you always take up all the hot water and take forever 10 minutes you can time me"
i give in and sigh knowing she's right
a-"i literally hate you" i chuckle
h-"no you don't" she reply's turning the hot water on
she was right i don't hate her in fact she's one of my favorite people although i'd never admit it. We haven't always been close but last year was her senior year and highschool and something between us just clicked she doesn't live with us anymore but she's home for spring break and i'm really happy she is
***time hippty hoppity****
it's 12:30 and i've been ready to go for like a half an hour my mother frantically rummages through the drawers looking for something her hair is still wet from her shower and she needs to change still
a-"hey let me help find whatever you're looking for so you can go get ready" i call out
m-"my baking sheets i told aunt jenny that i would bring them and i don't know where they are"
a-"i'll find them" i assure her i know exactly where they are because my brother jake was using them for ramps with his friends 
a-"hey egg head where are moms baking sheets?"
j-"hi jake nice to see you how was your morning" he says sarcastically
a-"for real you were using them for ramps and now they are gone we need them and we need to go soon"
j-"they are at coop and spencer's house go get em" he sticks his tongue out at me and i refrain myself from killing him. If you can't already tell me and my brother not that close he's in eighth grade and he annoys the shit out of me maybe it's the age or maybe it's just him. i head out the door to our neighbors house and ring the door bell. The door comes swinging open and Quinn opens it his light brown hair is fluffy and messy and he looks like he has just woken up
Q-"hey" he croaks
he has a very cute i have just woken up voice i must admit
a-"hey q i think my brother left some baking sheets here ?"
q-"oh yea come in" he opens the door up and motions me with his hand to follow him
q-"COOP SPENCE WHERE ARE THE EWALDS BAKING SHEETS ?"
he turns to me and just kinda gives me a look up and down and then smiles to himself
q-"you look nice where are you going"
a-" good friday baking"
i grin sheepishly at his compliment
a-"have you just woken up?" i laugh
q-"pshh i've been up for hours" he lies
a-"your hairs kinda a dead give away" he smooths it back with his hands and laughs a little just then coop emerges with my baking sheets
c-"here you go" he mumbles and hands them over
a-"thanks coop!" he turns and then quickly walks away
q-"sorry he has a problem talking to girls especially when they are pretty" my face gets pink and i smile did quinn dawson just call me pretty we walk to the front door slowly
q-"i'll see you later ewald" 
a-"promise or a threat?"
q-"probably both" we both laugh and i walk out the door with my baking sheets
to be continued

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