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His gaze locks with h me as I wait for his answer

“Three thousand dollars”

~ Chapter Two ~

T-Minus 2 days and counting…

For once, I want to knohat it feels like to be souire

Fable

I still can’t believe I agreed to do this Three thousand dollars is way too much money to let pass by And Dres it He hadnumber dropped from his perfect lips Despiteto leave town for a week and not have one, I said yes without any hesitation

Guess I’o and that makesit for my family For my brother, Owen He’s only thirteen and I hate to see howinto He’s sweet, he has a good heart but he’s fallen in with a shitty group of boys at school and he’s doing bad stuff like cutting class,and I know he’s smoked weed a few times I’ve smelled it on his clothes

Our mo for a week He’ll be out of school for only half that tiet into trouble

The tug of war going on in otta leave?”

I pull the old duffel bag no one’s used in however long from the top shelf of the closet and toss it on my moone long”

“A week, Fable You’re leavingdays” Owen flops back onto her bed next to the duffel bag and starts coughing fro in the air

“Don’t cuss” I serated yelp “It’s a special job that’s going to pay ive a shit about Christlare and he mumbles a halfhearted sorry Since when did he feel so co like that in front of me? What happened to the whiny little brother who followed me everywhere as if he worshipped me?