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    Family Love – (Chapter: ch 7)

    ~Ashley’s POV~

    Three Years Later

     

    “Spender I swear if you touch my drums!”

     

    She bugs me so much lately. Always touching and breaking my things and now just because I wouldn’t let her watch her stupid Power Ranger show she threatened to play my drums and everyone knows that daddy and I are the only ones allowed to touch them. Not even my mom’s touch them, it’s a rule or at least it should be.

     

    “You can’t stop me!” she yelled back dashing up the stairs. For a four year old she’s fast and small so she can like go through tiny spaces way faster than me. But I’m seven so she can’t beat me. Isn’t it like a sister rule? The big sisters are better at everything. I love rules but Spender loves to break them, doesn’t she know things are that way for a reason. Mainly for me to do what I want and I’ve laid down so many rules and she just breaks them over and over again.

     

    “Spender!” I stopped at the top landing and screamed. She skidded to a halt just outside my room, her hair pulled back in a pony tail. She wore chucks, jeans and a red tee shirt; mommy loves to dress us up. Her blue eyes widened in fear of knowing that I can dish out as good as she gives or shock that I was as close as I was but it didn’t matter, she was going to DIE if she touched them.

     

    Her mouth twitched up into a smirk as she took a step forward which was followed by me taking a step forward. We were in a battle, silently watching the other for any sudden movements.

     

    “Girls,” Mama called up the stairs but neither of us moved instead she furrowed her brows looking into my room than back at me as I shook my head, “Are you up there?”

     

    “Yes,” she mouthed earning her a silently whispered no back. She nodded and I shook my head.

     

    “Ashley? Spencer?” We both could hear mama coming up the stairs and as if her foot was the green flag at a race we took off.

     

    Spender ran into my room and I was close on her tail. As I turned in the door way she was standing right next to the drum set my dad gave me for Christmas three years ago, glaring as hard as I could so she would get the point but obviously like every other time she ignored it. Her hand reached out and she smiled as she curled her fingers leaving her index out.

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    1. oh yea and to change the tiel just go to author login, then edit fan fiction, then click edit story on the story that you want to change the title of and change the title.

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