I sit in my room doing homework with my twin brother, Justin. Okay, fine, we’re just listening to music and texting to our friend, Leo. I can hear my nine year old brother bailey playing games downstairs, and wonder who he’s playing with.
“Jessica, Justin, come down stairs.” I hear my mom call. I groan. Justin rolls his eyes.
“I’m Jacob, not Jessica, mom.” I tell her. Again. I don’t know why I try, because she never listens to me anyway. We head down stairs.
After we finish getting another lecture on how ‘we need to be careful!’, and ‘do we have everything we need?’ I get my shoes, mess up bailey’s dark brown hair, and we finally head downtown to meet Leo.