TheMagic8ball: I do not own anyone from Fullmetal Alchemist. Neither does Rabbit. The only two characters that are ours are Jason and Sophie. It took us a while to think of the names, but here it is. Enjoy!

BlueRoseRabbit: Hey, Rabbit here, 8ball and I are writing this together. WE OWN ALMOST NOTHING, MMKAY?

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"Jason! Get up, birthday boy, you're going to be late for work!"

Oh.

Just Mom.

I groaned, sitting up in bed as I looked at the clock and realized what time it was. I jolted out of bed to get dressed. Gosh, I hate my uniform. I put on my clothes, went downstairs, crammed some bacon in my mouth, and ran out the door.

I'm Jason Aberdeen. I work as a waiter at Ruby Tuesday's, and it sucks. At least a few of my friends are there to cheer me up. Gosh, I hate going to work on my birthday.

My little sis is Sophie. We live with our mom because our dad left when we were little. Mom says he left because he needed space.

I think it was because of Sophie.

She's a little...different. It's not anything diagnosable, really, it's just weird. I love her to pieces, though.

I guess that's it. Other than Sophie, we're pretty ordinary.

I hurried to Ruby Tuesday's and grabbed an apron. Great. Late again.

"Yo, wassup, Jason? What's your excuse this time?" My friend Larry, or as we call him, "Boardwalk" (he sells drugs on the boardwalk), said as he dashed buy with a tray of food. Things were kind of hectic that afternoon as we served our Saturday customers.

Yesssss, only thirty more minutes 'til my shift is over, then I can have my lunch break.

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"Where's Jason?" Sophie said, startling her mother.

"Gee, you scared me, Sophie, you're so quiet when you walk!" Her mother clutched at her heart with a fake smile plastered on her face. The smile was fake, but the fright and nervousness was real.

you shout it out, but I can't hear a word you say

Sophie's expression did not change as she asked again. "Where's Jason?"

"He's at work, honey." Her mother turned back to cutting carrots. Sophie walked out of the room, ignoring the relieved sigh that usually came after she was done speaking with her mother.

raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones

Sophie decided to take a walk on the pier. She couldn't swim, but there were rails there. She wouldn't fall.

Besides, she could sense something big was going to happen there. She didn't know what it was, but it was important. She stopped by a store, where she purchased a nice new soccer ball. The owner of the store muttered, "Freak." as she walked out. She ignored it, just like she ignored everything cruel everyone ever said about her.

Once she got to the pier, she sat down on a bench and gazed up at the sky. All was peaceful for a moment. It was one of those moments where you're one with everything, and everything is a part of you, and nothing can hurt you.

if the clouds were singing a song, I'd sing along, wouldn't you, too?

"Hey, it's the freak girl!"

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"JASON!" My friend Avery burst in, panting. What was he doing here? "They... They got her... Your sister!"

I felt my blood run cold. "Where?"

Next thing I knew, we were running towards the pier as fast as we could. Being a soccer player I managed to get ahead of my friends by a few yards. I saw those bastards, George and his gang, holding my sister at the end of the pier, laughing.

They pushed her over the rail.

Into the sea.

"Noooooooo!" I screamed as I bolted towards them. I put all my force into one fist and bashed him in the face. The last thing I saw before jumping off to rescue my sister was blood pouring from George's broken nose.

The water was ice cold and resisted me fiercely, but I swam as fast as I could towards the limp form of my sister. She couldn't swim, but I could, and I was going to save her. I grabbed her around the waist and started kicking towards the surface. Had the water always been this deep? I swam up, higher and higher, but I started to see spots in front of my eyes. I need oxygen. I desperately tried to hold in my breath, but my body couldn't take it any longer.

My vision went black as water filled my lungs.

I don't want to die...

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BlueRoseRabbit: This is mostly 8ball's idea.

TheMagic8ball: Well, that's it, I guess, the first chapter. I hope you liked it, and we will be writing more soon, so stay tuned!