16 The Real Story
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DEAR DIARY,
Lucas had only been gone fifteen minutes when I heard the door open again. I was still in bed and barely awake, but I naturally assumed my brother had forgotten something he needed for work and that I'd hear the door close again thirty seconds later.
How wrong I was.
My bedroom door burst open and Candy hopped up on the foot of my bed, shouting, “Oh my god, Noelle, are you still asleep? You're really not a morning person, are you? Just like your brother. He would never get out of bed if he didn't have to work early. Like brother, like sister. Or like sister, like brother. Either way. But your mother is a morning person, and I would say your father is too, so I wonder where you and Lucas got it from.”
Bolting upright, I shouted, “Candy!
