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    Bandaid Brigade

     

    “Get up, get dressed, brush your teeth and meet us downstairs in seven!” I squealed slightly at the end. I was always so excited to enter a new chapter. Maybe this time I can make a friend. I always have a bunch of acquaintances but they always end up using me to get to Emmett and Edward. This school was supposed to be pretty small, so I hoped that maybe it was a kind of town that knew everything about everyone. That way, there won’t be a bunch of whores running around.

     

    Emmett was already in the kitchen; he had a mixing bowl in front of him and was watching television for the breakfast nook. I grabbed a pop tart and threw the milk away that Emmett got out. It was his usual routine. He ate half a box of cereal every morning. He used the mixing bowl so he wouldn’t have to keep refilling a regular bowl. The cereal box was on its side on the floor. I huffed and threw it away too. I already had to clean the house, I was the only girl here, but it would be nice if they would clean up after themselves.

     

    Carlisle rushed in, tie in his hand. I handed over my pop tarts so he could stuff his face while I tied his tie. He was wearing a nice blue collared shirt with white pinstripes and a blue tie. I straightened out his buttons. Once he was presentable, he gave me that award winning ‘you are a life saver look’ and for a minute, taking care of all my boys was worth it. He grabbed his keys off the table and went out the door, yelling he loved us before the door shut.

     

    “Edward Cullen!” I screamed as I reached the bottom of the stairs. I hoped he wouldn’t be such a grouch today. He hated living in a house that he felt was below him. Emmett fused for awhile, but I absolutely loved it. Carlisle did too.

     

    “You better be out of bed!” I screamed again. We had to leave in about three minutes. We had to go to the front office to get our schedules. I walked back into the kitchen and reached into the pop tart box, empty. Great, I’m going to run on empty. Emmett ate the last of the cereal, and I didn’t have time to make a real breakfast. 

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