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The Secret Sister: Chapter Four

(Paris)

"Paris, wake up!" I could hear my brother call for me. I didn't know who it was, which brother it was, it could have been Omar and I wouldn't know it. All I want is to just sleep in for once, that is all I ever ask for. Though with this family, it's very hard to do. I snuggled up more to my pillow and my blanket, drowning out the calls of whoever it was yelling my name. I was about halfway asleep once more when I was jerked on the floor of my bedroom. Looking through blurry eyes, I saw the outline of Prince. Sighing I rubbed my eyes. "I told you wake up."

"I know what you told me, Attitude." I said, getting up rubbing the back of my neck and fixing my clothes. "I was choosing not to listen to you."

"Dad told me to wake you up."

"Well, I'm going back to bed. Wake me when cars fly."

"You'll be sleeping for a pretty long time then," Prince said, folding his arms and watching me get back into the bed. I sighed loudly and fell back onto my bed, covering my head with my covers. What doesn't anyone in this family understand I want to sleep!?

"I'll take my chances, alright?" I mumbled under my covers.

"Will you come on and get up?"

"No. I want sleep!"

"Well, I want a peaceful day in this house. I'm not gonna get that, because Ms. Princess won't get up."

"Too bad. I want peace for a day, too." I said, getting snuggled back into my covers when I was jerked back onto the floor once again. "Prince!"
	 
	I went to my feet and started chasing my brother out of my room and down the hallway. As I screamed for him to come back to me, I heard another door open just as I close enough to my brother and tackled him to the ground. Prince doesn't want to admit it, but I am a tad bit stronger than he is.

Prince was laying on the ground on his stomach, with me pinning him down on his back; I also had his arms pend tightly on his back. "Paris, get off of me!"

"No, this is for being a complet butt!" I said, placing more presser on his arms that were pressed on his back. I felt him moving underneath me, trying to get away, but I  held him down.

"Paris, off." I heard the voice of my father(A/N: Michael isn't dead in this) front behind me. I did as I was told.

"Sorry daddy," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. "Just trying to find something out. Ya know, hanging out with my brother."

"More like you pending your brother down to the ground." Daddy said, trying to hide the fact he wants to let a chuckle out.

"Dad, please, it's not funny." Prince said getting up. Daddy rolled his eyes and started walking away, I fallowed behind him. I stopped long enough to turn around to face my brother again, flexing my muscles.

"You're just mad because I'm stronger than you!" I said laughing before running past daddy to get away from Prince, who had started chasing me back; how about I just say once we got downstairs, he was back on the ground again.

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I sat in my room, listening to music, writing down my own musc lyrics and then my iPhone rings. I look to see who it was from and saw it was my best friend Michaela.

Michaela: Hey, are u at the mall?
	Me: No, why?
	Michaela: Cause I swear, at Hot Topic, you were lookin at all the band shrits they had there.
	Me: Um...no...I'm sitting in my room. I've been in the house all day, Blanket doesn't feel good so I've been helping Granny care for him.
	Michaela: Eh...must've just been my mind playing tricks on me then.
	Me: Must be.
	Michaela: But I swear, if I could I should so nap a picture of the girl. It was SO freaky.
	Me: Maybe next time, alright?
	Michaela: Alright. I'll be there later so we can do our project for school and go over lines for the movie. K?
	Me: Kay.

And that was the end of the chat. I went back to writing music, then while doing that "Don't Jump" from Tokio Hotel began playing on my computer. I bobbed my head to the beat and began singing as the song went on.

"On top of the roof," I began singing. "The air is so cold and so calm. I say your name in silence, you don't wanna hear it right now. The eyes of the city are counting the tears falling down. Each one a promise of everything you never found. I scream into the night for you, don't make it true, don't jump. The lights will not guide you through. They're deceiving you, don't jump. Don't let memories go of me and you. The world is down there out of view, please don't jump."

I continued singing and writing to myself as the song went on. I did this until Michaela actually came to the house. Hello last day of freedome before movie work and school work. Oh, joy...

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