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// Chapter One 
// Story: Where the Duck Nuggets are we? 
// by Chrysanthemum 
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Yawning, I pulled myself out of bed, "Hey, Maxie! Get up before I poor freezing cold water on ya." As I spoke, said boy shot out of bed and raced to the bathroom.

"I'LL BE IN THE SHOWER IF YOU NEED ME!" I chuckled at my brothers antics, not that I was any different. After a few seconds, the water turned on and I heard him splash a bit. I turned away from the bathroom door, and skipped over to the closet, and pulled down a comfy outfit. The shirt was so soft! As I pulled my shoes and socks on, I heard the water turn off. I snatched my bag up and walked out of the room, "See ya downstair, Maxie!" I yelled, sliding down the railing. 

'I wonder what will happen today? Maybe a dance off with Rachel..? Maybe annoying Paul? I dunno. How about we go to school so I can put pepper in Mr. Welder's coffee!'  I thought, sitting at the kitchen table as my step-mom placed a plate of waffles at my spot.

"Someone finally woke up!" she joked.

I chuckled, "Yeah, and I got Max up too! He's getting dressed and all that jazz!" She smiled at me, shaking her head. I then dug into my waffles and their godly deliciousness. Max soon plopped into his seat, yelling, "YOUR QUEEN IS HERE, BEETCHES!" Off to the side, I heard a loud shout of 'Language!'  But that was ignored.

"Good morning my Queen!" I proclaimed in a squeaky aristocrat voice. 

"And to you, my King!" Max replied, with a curtsy. We both stared at one another before launching into laughter. Finishing breakfast, I grabbed our lunches from the fridge and darted out of the door, yelling, "LAST ONE TO THE BUS STOP GETS TO LICK THE BUS WINDOW!" Jumping up with his bag, Max shouted after me, "NO FAIR!" But chased after me in good cheer. 

In the end, he beat me there. And I had to lick a window. It tasted like dog shit. And don't ask how I know how that tastes, I just do.



Max and me strolled into Mr. Welder's office, holding a cup of coffee. It had a mixture of pepper and hot sauce in it, though the smell of coffee blocked them out. I waved at the teacher as we walked up to him.

"We bought you some coffee, Mr. Welder!" Max said happily, as I handed Mr. Welder the Starbucks coffee cup. He gave us a deadpan look, before taking the cup and dismissing us, "You better get to class. You might be late other wise." We nodded, before turning and speed walking to Social Studies.  Everyone on the top floor could hear Mr. Welder yell, "SUMMER!"



Max ran beside me as we dashed down the hall, laughing hysterically. We decided to ditch school before lunch, and a couple teachers were chasing us. Bursting through the door and down to the street, neither of us heard the teachers cries or the sound of tires screeching. 

We only noticed the sharp, burning pain.