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𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃-chapter 1

DUSTIN-9yo
HAZEL-7yo
"Hey hey!" I scream as his hands go to my neck, at my most sensitive point.
"Stop it, God!" I laugh like crazy and try to get him
off of me.

"Hazel, stop begging me to tickle you!" He returns and continues to tickle me, shrugging.
"Dustin -" He silences my mouth with his hand and I try to hit him.

"Kids, the food is ready!" Mom shouts and smiles, holding two plates full of food.
with no choice Dust helps me get up from the ground.

We make our way to the table in the yard, sit next to each other and finally, eat from the same plates, and share together. Because who wants to eat only chicken and potatoes when he has the option to eat both schnitzel and peas?

"Thank you mom," I say with a mouth full of food, exhausted from this day.

"Thank you Miss Emery," Dust says and clears his mouth with his hand, Like a pig.
"I'm going to rest" Mom strokes my hair and goes to kiss Dust's cheek. "Wash yourself of the dirt and sand," she adds and goes to her room.

When we finish eating I get up, pick up the plate but Dust lifts his ass off the chair, but the plate stays in her place.

"Lift up your plate, donkey," I say as he returns to the table and picks up the plate, put it in the sink.

"The water is boiling," I say as I enter the bathroom that full of soap and water. "You have boobs," he says with a silly smile and looks at me as I cover my chest with soapy bedding.

"No, I do not," I say quickly and get upset. "Hazel has boobs!" He screams like an asshole and I splash water on him, directly to his eyes.

'Shhh! My mother is asleep, 'I whisper loudly and Dust says,' Can I shout quietly? 'I nod with a smile.

We make bubbles from the soap, our bubbles connect and fly through the air just like a balloon.
We clean, dry, dress and Dust weaves a particularly bad braid for me, I never liked the braids he made
for me, but I get along with them.

"I'm tired," Dust whispers as he lies on his back. "Im not," I say, looking at the window.
"Look," I point up to the cloud outside the window.

"It's my dad, he's moving," Mom told me that every time I look out the window, Dad looks back at me. I turn around to see why Dust does not answer, he fell asleep.I look at him for a few more seconds before I fall asleep, thinking of how he will remain my best friend forever.