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Chapter two:

"CHRISTIAN! THIS IS LIKE THE FIFTH TIME I'M CALLING YOU DOWN TO BREAKFAST!" his sister screamed from downstairs

"YA YA YA!" Christian said sleepily from his room.

"FOR PETE'S SAKE CHRISTIAN! YOU'RE OLDER THAN ME! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S SUPPOSED TO TELL ME TO GET UP! YOU HAVE TO DRIVE ME TOO! I have a meeting!"

"Why didn't you go to school instead?"

"I did!"

"Then why are you already working? You're nineteen!"

"I was accelerated. I don't expect you to know that word."

"But college doesn't...what's that word...accelerate."

"too bad, now get up! At least I have a life."

"fine!" she continued "if you won't get up. I'll drive your NEW BMW to work then. And you can walk."

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"

then Christian came down in his underwear, bringing his pants and putting on his shirt at the same time.

"Why not?" his sis asked

"Listen, you can't drive squat. Now get your bas and load them in the trunk."

"Dude, you're supposed to do it."

"Why?"

"You're my older brother. You're supposed to be my slave----uhm you're supposed to assist me, like mom said."

"No, now go."

"I have mom on speed dial. She can make you miss much more matches then just three."

"Ok. Get in the car, I'll load the bags."

"brothers." His sister said

"sisters" Christian said through gritted teeth