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Now, down to business. This story is going to be made up of many shorter chapters- between 500 and 2000 words each. My goal is to get this story done before this time next year, with at least 70-100 chapters. This is mainly to test my commitment and to teach me about time management skills (which I lack) so it's going to take all the help I can get from you lovelies! I do have a Tumblr where I will be putting updates about this story, and some other things, so go to my profile to find the link!

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MPOV

"Maxie! Hurry yo' behind! Our company's goin' to be here in any moment!" My mother, Charlotte, yelled up the stairs of our large Texan Home. Yup, my family and I live in good ol' Texas, drawls, boots, hats, and everything.

"Comin' Ma!" I yelled. "Geez, I know. You've been talkin' bout it for weeks!" I swung out of my bed, and walked to the bathroom to freshen up. I shrugged out of my pajamas, and hurried to put on my clothes. A loose fitting cream top that read "Property of Texas U.S.A" in brown lettering, and my favorite pair of denim shorts, held up with a tan belt.

"Max! Darlin' I swear to the good Lord! I see their car!" My mother shouted again.

"Crap! Comin'!" I shouted, stumbling around trying to put on my worn cowboy boots and braid my hair into two pigtails at the same time. Tying both of my loose, messy braids off, I plopped my cowboy hat on top of my head, and rushed down the stairs, meeting up with my smirking twin, James, but we called him Iggy because he liked to ignite things.

"Right on time, Maxie, dearest." He drawled, tipping his black cowboy hat, and still smirking.

"Oh shut up. I don' know how you do it! We stay up half the night, and you are brigh' eyed an' bushy tailed." I said taking his hat.

"Maxie!" Iggy whined, lunging for his captured hat, and missing as I pulled it away.

I saw my parents laugh, both my mom, and my dad, Peter. I threw Iggy's hat like a Frisbee to his head, and it landing right on!

"Yes, Woo! Beat that, Igster!" I yelled at my brother, laughing.

The sound of tires crunching the gravel on our driveway took all four of us outside, ready to meet our guests for the next couple of months. A shiny black car pulled up our driveway, and parked.

A shorter women got out of the driver's side. By shorter, I mean shorter than my six foot two inch frame. The woman had dark chocolate hair, and deep soulful brown eyes. She smiled at us before poking her head into the backseat. She was definitely a City Slicker, but not so much that she wouldn't be able to "adapt" to country life, as Iggy called it. The woman looked to be thirty-seven, and kind.

Next, out of the passenger side, was a boy about mine and Iggy's age, with raven black hair and onyx eyes. He was very handsome, with a strong jaw and slight olive-toned skin. He was about a couple inches taller than me, and he did not look happy.

At his feral expression, Iggy pushed me slightly behind his left shoulder, playing the older brother role well, even if it was only by a couple of minutes.

The woman came back, pulling a younger version of her, except with heavy City Slicker clothes. The two of them looked lightly Hispanic, and standing next to each other, they looked almost to be sisters. The younger one looked to be sixteen or seventeen, and wore skinny jeans, a skin tight purple top, and wedge ankle boots. She looked very nice, her makeup complementing the purple, but in the country, we only wore heels to church or formal events.

I nudged Iggy and whispered, "I'm gonna laugh if she trips," Looking at the loose gravel, it was highly possible. I giggled.

Iggy snorted, and Mama looked over, disapproving, and Papa looked as if he was going to burst out laughing, he tipped his hat to cover his smile. I guess we were quite a sight to see.

"Maxine May-Alex Walker." Mama hissed out of the corner of her mouth, her eyes looking at me sideways.

"Sorry, Ma'am." I said, indignant. She flashed me a look.

Hopefully, the last person got out of the car, and she was a blonde, maybe twelve or thirteen, with crystal-clear blue eyes, and an angelic face I remembered immaculately.

"Angel, Darlin'?" I asked, shock ran through my veins like ice water.

Everybody froze, looking at me.