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My best friends, Richard Grayson, and his adoptive sister, Rachel Grayson, and I, were silently chatting on the busy streets of Jump City, California.

"So what are you getting for your mom, Kori?" Rachel inquired while kicking a ball of snow.

"I don't know." I commented, "She gets so picky during Christmas. Last year, I got her exactly what she wanted, but instead of the black sewing machine, she wanted the white one. And she gave me a long lecture about getting people exactly what they want for Christmas." I shook my head disappointedly, shaking my dark red, almost auburn hair.

Richard hugged his friend affectionatley, "You must have it really hard."

I nodded, "Mother dearest is the picky one in the family. I guess she gets it from Grandpa Joe."

Richard chuckled, "Come on! She can't be that bad. Not as bad as your Grandpa Joe."

I looked at him like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Oh. She is."

Richard shook his black, spiky hair, not completely sure.

"Well, here's something to think about," Rachel said, "Come join us for our Christmas party. Bruce wants you to come this year...well, he doesn't want you to bring your mom like last year."

I chuckled at the memory.

Last year, my mother and I had been invited to the Christmas Eve Party. The room was colored with bright Christmas lights, there were presents everywhere! When Ms. Anders saw Bruce Wayne, she hit on him the moment she saw him!

"Mom!" I exclaimed, glaring at her mother who was trying to lay a date with Bruce Wayne.

"What?"

"That's Richard's dad!" I exclaimed.

"This? This is Richard's dad?" Ms. Anders inquired.

I nodded, and Ms. Anders silently crept away, completely embarrassed.

"That's not the Christmas memory that I will want to remember when I'm older." I laughed.

Richard smiled at her, "Come on! There's a store we haven't looked at yet!"

The gang walked inside, "I wish Gar and Vic could have come." I commented.

"Yea, true, but since they have to study we have extra time to buy them a Christmas gift." Rachel said.

"True." I replied with a slight nod.

Gar and Vic were studying for the big mid-term test. Since Richard, Rachel, and I were the top students in the class, and we already studied, we had nothing to worry about except worry about what we were going to get our friends for Christmas.

We looked around the store. The store was decorated for Christmas, with Christmas lights colored red and green every where, little reindeer bookshelves, Santa stuffed toys, and fake snow on the ground, not nearly as real as the snow outside the store.

"Can you believe, one more week till break time?" I inquired.

"I know. It's---" Richard was cut off by my phone.

"Sorry Richard. It might be my mom. And, you know how she is." I said, taking my cell phone out of my Christmas styled purse.

"Hello?" I answered my baby blue cell phone.

"KORI AMELIA ANDERS!" Ms. Anders shouted into the phone, loud enough for the whole store to hear her.

"Shh! Mom! I'm right here." I said, glaring at Richard for snickering.

"Where are you young lady?" Ms. Anders demanded.

"I'm at the store with Rachel and Richard, we're Christmas shopping." I explained, calmly.

"As long as you get me what I really want this year." Ms. Anders said.

"Yes mom." I replied, she knew what her mother wanted, a book shelf that would hold all of her books.

"How am I going to buy her a present that holds that many books?" I complained.

"I don't know, Amelia!" Richard laughed teasingly.

"Richard Dick Grayson! You take that back right now!" I threatened.

"Hey!" Richard shouted at the sound of his middle name.

"What's a matter, Dick?" I inquired, smirking devishilly.

"Nothing, Amelia." Richard retorted.

"RICHARD!" I chased Richard around the store while Rachel's only interest was in a book that had all of Edgar Allen Poe's poems in it.

A short, pudgy man, with brown hair, and dark, piercing blue eyes, and glasses, walked up to us. Apparently he had an eye twitching problem, because his eye was twitching like tomorrow was the end of the world!

We immeadiatly stopped chasing eachother as he walked up to us. "Is there a problem?" The man asked.

"No." I replied.

"Please don't run around my store, or I will have to kick you out." The man, who I guessed to be the manager, snorted.

"Sorry, sir." Richard and I said like little five-year-olds. Which reminds me...

"KORI AMELIA ANDERS!" My mother shouted.

"Yes?" I asked, doing my homework in a chair.

"Guess who you forgot to pick up at the stop sign today?" Ms. Ander asked.

"Oh no! I'm sorry mom!" I apologized, remembering my little brother, Ryan.

My little brother walked out from behind my mom, "Guess what we played today, sissy!"

"What, Ryan? What did you play?" I asked.

"We plwayed snowball fwight at the stwop sign!" Ryan said.

"You did? Aw! I wish that I didn't miss it!" I exclaimed, hugging my brother, "I'm sorry for forgetting."

"It's okway Korwy!" Ryan hugged me back.

"I never forget my little brother, and I never forgot you either, Kori." My older sister, Komi teased from up the stairs.

I rolled my eyes. My older sister was always teasing me and making me feel bad. "Maybe I should just get you a doggy for Christmas!" I teased right back.

"Ew! You know how much I hate the infectious things!" Komi complained.

"And you know that I don't like being teased." I said with a smiled, "Besides, they're not 'infectious things'! They're really sweet, and I wish that I would get one for Christmas."

"I wish you didn't!" Komi complained.

I rolled my eyes again, "Whatever." I returned to my schoolwork. I really had no time to deal with my older sister.

Right as I finished my homework, my brother called me, "Korwi? Cwan ywou plwease rwead mwe a storwy?" Ryan asked for the ten billionth time today.

"Sure. What story do you want me to tell you?" I asked.

"Rwead mwe wone abwout a doggy!" Ryan demanded.

I laughed, "Okay. Once apon a time, there was a little doggy named Nemo."

"Nwemo?" Ryan interupted.

"Yes, Nemo. He was the royal puppy. But, he was never happy." I told Ryan a story that I had made-up when I was ten. It was about Nemo the dog, and how all he wanted was to find a real boy to love him, and for him to love.

When I finally finished the story, my brother was asleep. "Goodnight, Ryan." I turned out the lights of his messed up room.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed that! God bless!