Like Brother; Like Sister

Like Brother; Like Sister

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If I hear his name one more time, I'll kill everybody in the world. And everyday I spend with him is like hell. I'm staring at my own reflection every single time I see him. But what happens when things get really messy? I know everyone has "bro probs", even if you don't have brothers. And you know what makes it worse? A sister! Now that I'm starting my last year in high school, I want to make the best out of it. So I decided to tryout for the basketball team. I've been playing with my dad lately and I just got to tryout for the team! When the coach says I'm in, I was thrilled. Because of all the best girls out there, he picked me. But things get haywire when I had to study and do some lay ups at the same time. I'm pretty exhausted. My body aches after every practice. But I know I can do this. The day finally comes for me to compete with other schools, but with Brother Blaine in the scene how can I survive those day? Will our school lose because of me? And will my brother make fun of me for that?
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I'm the girl from school nobody notices. I'm the one the mean girls always make fun of when one of the guys decide to take interest in me. I'm the honor roll student that everyone thinks has never gotten in trouble, but that's just my school life. Outside of school in a completely different person. I'm not going to say I've been a special agent since I was seven, or eight, because that's impossible. I was still in foster care, then and when I turned 13. I was finally adopted. The man who adopted me was mysterious, but said he took me for a purpose, and ever since then I've been training. I'm not going to say I'm the best, because I'm not, but I'm damn good at what I do and I'm ashamed to know the agency I entrusted my life with, would do something so horrible to me and to the people I love. It's okay when I shut their sorry ass down, they won't know what hit them.

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