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    Itzshaxee
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    Picture this: You wake up in the middle of the night, swamped in your star wars covers and completely and utterly groggy to the extent that you look like something from the Monsters Inc. movie.

    You hear a sound, so you sit up and turn your lamp on, and that’s when you see it.

    Your new neighbour, clambering
    halfway through your window (Still managing to look like some sort of a Greek god, I may add) holding your MICKEY MOUSE BRA.

    What do you do?
    Well, you scream obviously.

    Then what?
    Why, you get revenge of course.


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    Can’t wait. sounds interesting already.

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    Itzshaxee
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    Chapter 1|| What the actual Fudge?


    Riley POV.


    “Mario wins again!”
    I watch through narrowed eyes as my eight year old
    brother catapults around the room in victory, lifting his
    shirt over his head to reveal his pale torso. What is it with
    boys and showing their chest when they win something?
    Is it some warped form of dominance display, originated
    from our monkey ancestors? I snort unattractively at the
    thought, before rolling my eyes at my loopy brother. My
    hands dart out to trap his waist in my grasp, and I pull
    him to my lap to tickle him. “You wish, little brother,” I
    tease him playfully; “We all know I kicked your a-s on the
    other games.”
    Jack squirms hastily to free himself from my torturous
    hold, shooting me a look as he does so. I smile smugly
    in return: Yoshi always wins and he knows it.
    “Riley, come down here please!” Mom shouts from
    downstairs, releasing a small sigh from me. Reluctantly, I
    swing my legs from my comfy spot in the bean bag and
    follow my brother downstairs, knowing full well that by
    the time my aching legs have gotten back up here, he will
    have stolen my place. Ugh, sibling rivalry. As soon as
    I’ve entered the kitchen, I’m hit with the heart-warmingly
    familiar aroma that is mom’s cooking. She’s always loved
    to bake and I’ve always loved caffeine, therefore totalling
    in a kitchen that constantly smells like the interior of a
    Starbucks store. Not that I’m complaining, honestly.
    I turn to mom herself, who’s icing a batch of white
    chocolate cupcakes at the moment. She glances up as I
    head over, offering me a sugar-dusted smile. In one fluid
    movement, she leans back and dusts her palms on her
    apron. “Hey sweetie. Come and have a look at this!” She
    leads me over to the window, pulling back the plaid
    curtains ever so slightly- just enough for me to peek
    through. Throwing her a confused glance, I put my head
    in the gap and look out. What I see surprises me greatly.
    We have new neighbours.
    Parked next door, in the house that has been empty for
    five years, is a large green moving truck. Its enormous
    frame completely shadows that of the small red car
    beside it, and I find my curiosity seeps into my gaze as I
    watch the people exiting the car. A woman steps out first,
    balancing a small girl on her hip. Her hair is scraped back
    into a clasp and her features are delicate and feminine. My
    small glance sideways confirms that mom is already
    interested- she’s always wanted a friend that lives locally.
    The girl the woman carries appears around four, with the
    cutest baby face I’ve ever laid eyes on and two brunette
    bunches either side of her head. Adorable.
    I’m not sure who I was expecting next, but it definitely
    wasn’t the alluring, moody boy that I see now. He looks
    around my age, and from what I can see of his ebony
    hair and angled jaw, he’s hot. No doubt the population of
    the student body will completely swarm this one. My
    eyes instantly lock onto him as he threads his fingers
    through his hair, but suddenly his gaze snaps to mine
    and I freeze. After a second of hesitation, I jerk away
    from the window as though it’s on fire and I can sense
    my cheeks burning already. He must think I’m such a
    creep. Surprisingly, by the time I’ve recovered courage
    enough to peek through again, he doesn’t look affected in
    the slightest- bored, almost.


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    Suddenly realising that I probably look incredibly strange,
    creeping on the neighbours with only my head in view, I
    withdraw from the curtains and pull them closed swiftly,
    turning on my heel to face a now grinning mother. She
    wiggles her eyebrows at me, dancing forward to trap
    my waist in her hands and press a small kiss against my
    forehead. “What do you think eh? New neighbours for
    the first time in years…”
    I smile half-heartedly, heading over to the fridge. “I
    wonder why they moved here. I mean, Lindale isn’t
    exactly the most famous hotspot in Oregon.” I frown
    confusedly as my eyes scour the shelves, but I’m left
    disappointed. “No orange juice,” I murmur. My nose
    wrinkles as I peer at the remnants of our fridge: basically
    consisting of wafer ham, flavoured water and an old
    piece of lettuce. Fun, right?
    Mom shrugs in reply, slapping my hand away as I reach
    for a cupcake without even looking up. She knows me
    way too well. “We need to go shopping mama,” I groan
    loudly, “There’s no food in this house.” What? Obviously
    healthy stuff doesn’t count as food. She sticks her tongue
    out mockingly at me, and I’m momentarily stunned by
    how alike we are. The truth is, mom and I are similar in
    more ways than one. Along with our almost matching
    appearance- auburn curls and the palest of the pale skin,
    we’re both sarcastic and jokey, with an abnormally weird
    side. Thus the musical marathons we have on Sunday
    nights…
    “I’m going upstairs to do some studying,” I slam the
    fridge door shut and grab a lollipop from my sweetie jar.
    Just as I’m thinking about what homework I have, my
    phone vibrates in my pocket. An amused smile curves
    my lips as a particularly horrific picture of Violet pops
    onto the screen. “Hey Vi,” I hum as I pick up the line,
    “How’s the blind date going?” I stuff a cola lolly into my
    mouth as I jog up the stairs, eager to hear her reply. No
    doubt it will be entertaining; Violet never uses her phone
    unless it’s urgent.
    “Horrible!” She hushes, “I’m in the girls bathrooms at the
    moment, hiding. Stupid period had to come today,
    when I’m wearing white trousers. Plus, he has the table
    manners of a complete pig! He spilt water down me for
    chrissakes!”
    I snort quietly in attempt to rein in my laughter, “Okay,” I
    bite back my smile, “Dry yourself off a bit, first. You’re
    wearing your cardigan aren’t you? Well, tie it around
    your waist to cover the trouser stains and tell him you
    have tummy ache. Works every time.”
    “Thank you!” She squeals gratefully, “Okay, I’ve got to go
    back out now or it’ll be rude. Do you think he’ll believe the
    tummy ache story?”
    “Trust me, even the grossest of men understand what
    you want if you say you have a tummy ache.” I roll my
    eyes at her panicky state, “Are you okay now then? I
    have studying to do and you, my friend, need to get
    your a-s back on that date.”
    “Yeah, okay. Chill your t--s woman, I’m going.”
    “Bye, Violet,” My voice is amused, and I’m unable to
    restrain the smile tugging at the corners of my lips. I
    wouldn’t say that Violet and I are polar opposites, but we
    are definitely very different. Although we’re both Class B/
    C nerds, I tend to be a little bit more resigned around
    people than what she is. Whilst I usually stay quiet
    around strangers, she’s the slightly gabby, funny one out
    of us two. I remember when she dyed her hair purple in
    sophomore year, and slapped a jock for calling her a
    witch. She really doesn’t give a d--n, and I guess that’s
    what I respect about her.


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    Khola46
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    OyefestuS
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    @khola46
    U jst did wat u ar supozd 2… Anyway t gud 2 b here…
    @shaxee
    Dz seemz intrestin as Khola say… Sha gr8 job, dnt gt tried oh

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    Khola I’m the first lady here even before you. lols….. *feels good to be first* sorry I didn’t invite anybody.

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