Hey! Here is the first chapter in a story Im writing! Tell me what you think! The story dont gotta title yet... But Im working on it! Its not done yet... But I think its good.

Chapter One, Maturity

“Terra, wake up!” My sister, Dana, says, shaking my shoulder. I groan and sit up. She's already perky and awake, showered, and changed into regular clothes. She tugs me off my bed and pushes me into the bathroom.

“Come on! We have a big day!” She yells through the door. I don't know what's going on right now, because I'm still half asleep. When I'm finished, just as I pull my robe on, Dana runs in and shoves me into her bedroom. She pulls and tugs at my hair, knots me into some dress that I can't breath in, puts make up on me, decides its no good and does it again, and finally is happy with how I look.

“What do you think?” She asks as she spins me to her large mirror.

“What do I think? I look like some sorta doll! What is so important that you had to do all of this to me?” I ask her. She gets a pouting expression and leaves me to fend for myself. I follow her out and yell for her to explain everything.

“Today was the day we were going to prove we are more mature than they were, so we could have more privileges and possibly date!” She yells at me, tears streaming down her face.

“So you are mad at me because I don't care about that? Dana, Grandma and Molly aren't gonna think we're mature if we dress as peasants and go act like English people. What matters is how you act every day! They already don't think I'm mature, so you trying to convince them otherwise isn't gonna work. Just work on yourself, alright?” I say. She spits in my face and runs downstairs. Yeah, and she's the mature one. I think as I go to clean the war paint off.

I run downstairs in just a sweater and jeans. Molly and Grandma, the people who take care of my sister and I, look angry with me. I sigh and sit at the table. I wait to get grounded or anything like that. Instead, nothing happens. They just stare at me. Looking really mad, as if I just destroyed something valuable to them. I sigh and walk out the front door. They don't seem to care.

A boy about my age, with dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes runs to catch up with me.

“Hey Paxtor.” I say.

“Hey Terra. How's it going?” He asks.

“Uh fine. Molly and my grandmother are mad at me, I ruined my sister's day, and I'm probably the most immature person in their eyes. But other than that just peachy.” I reply with a sigh. He pats my back jokingly and tells me it'll all be okay. We meet up with some other friends, Onyx, Bailey and Cory. Bailey and Cory are completely identical. You can tell Dana and I apart better than those two.

(Tell me what you think! )

-Kriss

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