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Chapter 1

Wednesday's Pov


I'm just laying in bed, waiting for a good time to get up,since Friday, my brother, has his friends over. His friends were annoying and rude, and I never liked them. They always are my food, and I kicked one of them in the shin for eating my stuff.
I get tired and annoyed, but then I hear distant goodbyes from down stairs. "Yesss!!" I pump my fist in the air. "Wednesday!!! Come downstairs! Dad is here!" My brother yells. "YAY!!!" I scream not caring that it is past noon, and I'm still in my pajamas.

I run downstairs, and open the door to see my father standing in the doorway. "Dad!!" I yell, and give him a hug. Friday walks over with a smile, and gives him a handshake that turns into a hug. "How are my two favorite children?" He asks giving me another hug. "I'm great" Friday smirks. "Dad, what about Cristy?" I ask inform of my older sister. "Oh, I forgot about her. How is my favorite daughter then?" He replies. "She is still your daughter, dad" I raise my eyebrow. "Fine. How is my favorite younger child" he corrects. "Umm.. excuse me! I'm younger than Cristy!" Friday protests. "I know son. I know." He says, and my brother folds his arms.

"Wednesday! It is 12:45 pm. Why are you still in your pajamas?" My father asks me. "Friday's friends were here." I say. "I hope you are aware that your clothes are in your room" he leans against the wall. "Dad, I'm lazy!" I whine. "Trust me, I know."


"Oh dad! did you tell her about the thing tonight?" My brother asks my father, and he sits in complete silence, leaving me curious. "Wednesday, since I had brought your brother with me all the other times, would you like to come with me to a banquet for me and my friends? It's annual as you know." My dad asks, and I just smile and say yes in a high pitch chirp. I always wanted to go. "Wait... Does this mean..?" I get to excited to finish my sentence. "Yes, dear. Matching outfits" my father looks down at his coffee he mysteriously got. "YAY!! I have the perfect out for us to wear!!!

I run upstairs into his room, and pull out on of his camo suits he wears as a marine, and I go to my room and pull out the same shade of green skirt, and a black high cut shirt, with green boots. "Perfect!" I whispered to myself. I don't know what my obsession with patching outfits. It doesn't matter if you were a couple, best friends, or family. It's awesome.

Notes

See, I REALLY hope you like this.

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