Noel
The morning started earlier than usual, with River rushing us all to leave for school. "Noel, come on! We can’t be late again!"
River's voice echoed through the house as I stuffed the last of my books into my bag. His brothers—always a chaotic mess—trailed behind him, half-dressed and yawning like they hadn't seen a clock in years.
"We’re not the ones who decided to join every single competition under the sun," I muttered, rolling my eyes as I slung my bag over my shoulder.
River grinned, his trademark boyish charm lighting up his face. "Hey, someone’s got to bring the trophies home. Might as well be me."
He ruffled my hair as we piled into the car, all of us barely awake but fueled by his energy. It was contagious, as much as it was annoying sometimes.
By the time we got to
