REUNITE
CHAPTER TWO


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A/N: Here's the next chapter! I hope you like it! I know our beloved Mary Ann is slightly out of charicter, but she lives with six other kids, she's not going to be as shy as in the books! Enjoy.

I was still doing the dishes when Billy got home. He came in the kitchen and go a pop.

I had been staring into space, thinking about my insane family bafore he walked in.

"What's up, Mary Ann?" he asked.

I truly hadn't heard him, and I regret that. (Billy still torments me, saying I'm an air head.)

"Earth to Mary Ann! Anybody in there?" He was yelling at me now.

"What, huh? Yes?"

"Your an air head, you know that?" he started laughing.

"No, I'm not, you are!" I yelled back.

"Your a bibmo!"

I couldn't believe how immature he was being! I just had to tell him. "You're so immature!"

"What?" He said in disbelief.

"You're arguing with a 13-year-old about who's the biggest airhead!" I yelled and stomped out of the kitchen. (I was done with the dishes anyway.)

"Well, that doesn't make since, you air head!" Billy yelled after me.

Oh, Billy makes me so mad! I'm, like, his main victim! For example, I'll do something, like hum or something like that, and he'll yell at me, telling me to shut up. But if Kara does the same thing, he'll smile, hug her and start doing it to! What the heck!

When I stomped out of the kitchen, I saw Sam's backpack and two others sitting beside his, by the door. Then I remembered that he was having a couple friends over, because they're dorks and weren't invited to a party or something.

When I got to my room, you wouldn't believe what I saw.

My brother was jumping on my bed, wearing one of my bras, reading my dairy. (How he found it AND the keys is beyond me.)

Then, he started quoting my dairy, trying to imitate my voice, but not dong a very good job.
"Oh, my gosh! Jake Notle is SO hot! And, guess what? He asked me out today! AH! I said yes, think about it, Jake Notle and me a couple. What a fantasy!"

Then he dropped my diary and started rubbing my bra, at that moment, all three boys let out a "Oh."

"You little pervert!" I screamed and started chasing them.

They all ran out of my room, bra and all, just to run it to my dad at the end of the hall.

To make a long story short, Dad lectured about privacy them for about a half an hour had Mom call the other boys' parents and tell them what happened, and grounded Sam for a month.

I guess I was satisfied.

Oh, sometimes I would kill to be an only child.