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    In The Mix – (Chapter: Pushing Buttons)

    “Spence its your first day of school and you’re about to be late.” Laura yells up the stairs.

    I guess I’ve graduated to ninja. I’ve been up since about 6am and dressed since 6:45. Gotta start off the first day of school right. It also helps that Danielle goes to King. That’s motivation enough. I quietly come up behind her. She is still standing there I guess waiting for something to stir upstairs. I would be right if I told her I was down here the whole time, since I’m such a good little sister of course. I think my inner devil wants to scare her. So….

    She jumps. “Holy shit, Spencer!” she screams. I cant help but laugh uncontrollably. She isn’t joining in though which makes it even funnier. “Real grown up.” she says arms folded over her chest.

    I grin. “I know I missed you too.”

    She sticks her tongue out at me turns and walks towards the kitchen. “I made breakfast, Kid.” Before she can say anymore I’m already seated in front of my plate fork and Knife in hand. What can I say? She is a great cook. “Wow, I’ve never seen someone move that fast.”“NoTalk! Food on Plate! Please”

    “Geez, okay. Today we have our favorites French toast, scrambled eggs with cheese, turkey bacon and your choice of apple juice orange juice or milk.” She tells me holding up every plate to show me what she cooked. It smells so good. It’s taking everything in me not to pounce and devour everything. Hold on wait where’s the whipped cream? Aww man you cant have French toast without it. I begin to pout. “The whipped cream is in the fridge” she’s a mind reader. I let out a sigh of relief as she places the food on my plate. I get the milk and whipped cream out of the refrigerator and have a pleasant breakfast with my sister before school.

    I hurry up and jump out of the car. I cant even count how many times I saw my life flashed before my eyes on the ride. She must have been some other person last night. Chelsea is a maniac driving. “You tried to kill me.” I say trying to slow my heart beat and catch my breath.

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    1. So. for all of my Break Away lovers. I’m sorry i’m not posting tonight. but I figured that you’d want to read a coherent story… meaning rest is best for my condition. trust me. but I promise tomorrow(sunday) something will be up! Love you guys!

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