☁ //I demand a happy memory! xD
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Abigail had been sleeping soundly that morning, all curled up in her warm bed, dark pink hair a mess. She was a small girl of thirteen-years-old; just a normal teenage girl. The sun was shining in her room through the blinds. It was kept relatively clean, unlike Brent who always seemed to keep his very messy. She couldn't handle that kind of mess. Although her and her brother were alike in their personality, they still had different preferences. It didn't stop them from getting along, though. The two were best friends.
"Good mornin', Abbie."
The sudden words made the small girl stir, that is until she saw the zombie face mere inches away from her. Deep brown eyes widened at the sight and she let out a short scream. She sat up, a small fist forming in order to protect herself. Although, how was a fist supposed to protect her from a zombie.
A laugh came from the zombie and the mask was pulled off. Brent stood there with a shit-eating grin on his face. He couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Oh my god, you shoulda seen your face. I thought ya were gonna have a heart attack."
Abigail finally let out her breath. It was only her stupid brother. "I almost did! Asshole." She grabbed her pillow and began beating him with it until he was apologizing over and over. "I hate it when ya do that!"
"Yeah, but it never gets old." Another pillow to the head. "Alright, alright. I said I was sorry. Get yourself ready. Let's get some breakfast."
Her heart was still racing, but she nodded her head. "I take it Mom and Dad went into work again?" They always seemed to be working non-stop, hardly ever there to spend time with their children. Even though her and her mom tried their best to do things together every Friday night, it never seemed enough. She wanted to sit down and have dinner with them like a real family.
"Yup," Brent replied. He could see that she was a little disappointed by that. "Hey, they'll be home later tonight. Until then, we got the whole place to ourselves." Like every weekend.
Brent left her room so she could get changed. When she was finished getting ready for the day, she stopped in her room one last time to put on a couple bracelets. On the floor next to her bed was Brent's zombie mask. A smirk rose on her face as she grabbed it and put it on. Payback was a bitch. The teenager tip-toed down the stairs and made her way to the living room as quietly as possible. She snuck up behind the couch, where he was sitting, and got ready to scare the living shit out of him. She began making zombie noises and threw her hands down on his shoulders. All he did was turn around.
"Really?" he asked, not even phased.
"Nothin'?" she asked, pulling the mask off. "Seriously?"
"Seriously. It's gonna take a lot more than a zombie mask to scare me."
"Dammit."









