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"Ugh, turn off the lights," said a voice from under the thick patchwork blankets. A hand snaked out, waving around, feeling for the string to close the cursed blinds. After many useless attempts to shut the blinds,she decided to just let the morning sun stream in, covering the room in the bright light of the day.

The hand slithered back under the blankets to meet up with where the larger lump was hiding. The blankets pulled themselves further around the lump, making sure no light could penetrate through. A sigh of relief mumbled through the blankets.

That is, until the door flung opened with a string of curses. "I do not understand how a girl such a yourself could be this messy," grunted out a voice, kicking the many things laying around the room.

"Now, girl, you will get out of those blankets, or will we have to do what we did yesterday?" The sound of knuckles cracking could clearly be heard. The lump made no movement.

"Girl, I'm gonna have to start counting," came the voice which was now beside the wooden bed. This time the lump scooted slightly further away and moaned in annoyance. "One, girly."

The hand shot out and clutched onto the blanket before the lump made a retreat further down the bed. "Two, oh, you better hurry up."

The lump started to wiggle and push against the blanket until a head of a girl popped out, who looked anything but pleased.

She focused her attention on the man with short, shaggy hair and the five-o-clock shadow that really could use a shave.

"Uncle, it's like ..." her eyes shifted around the disaster of the room trying to spot a clock "sometime around six … ."

The man chuckled and pulled the blankets off the girl. "It's eight and you're late. Hurry up before you miss breakfast." He placed his hands on his hips and grinned at the girl. He was a tall man, built but skinny. The way he stood showed he favored one side more than the other because of an old injury. Everything was brown on him, from his brown eyes to brown hair, even his facial hair. You could say the man was plain, but in the girl's eyes, he was anything but. For if you looked further like she did, you would notice the dry hands, calloused and chipped with years of hard work; or how when he smiled, only one side of his face turned upwards, which showed his mischievous side; even his clothes were well coordinated for a man who spent most of his time working with his hands. "Cory, do I need to throw you across this room to get you out of this bed?"

The lump named Cory rubbed her sleepy eyes before swinging her legs to the side of the bed, hardly letting her toes graze the floor. "Eight? I still have like two hours of sleep left." She ran her hands through her shoulder-length hair, almost gripping it in tired frustration.

"Ah, I see. So you wouldn't mind Billy taking your work then." Her uncle started walking towards the door. Cory's eyes widened and she practically threw herself off the bed, forcefully shoving her foot in her boots. "Whoa, lets not get crazy! Uncle, don't you dare shut that door! Uncle!"

She already had both shoes on and an orange tank top half on by the time her uncle shut the door.

"Aw, thank you!" Cory said as she grabbed a hold of the toast, pulling it right out of the hands of a boy who was close to her age.

"Hey!" He reached out to grab the stolen toast, but it was already in Cory's mouth and out of reach. "You're delightful as always, Cory. And what getup is this.?" He gestured to the orange tank top jean shorts, and combat boots. Cory just shrugged at him, who in turn glared. "Do you always have to be a butt?"

"Ooh, eggs. Thank you, Uncle." Billy watched incredulously as Cory scarfed down the eggs that his uncle placed in front of her, then gulped down her juice in one go. "So what's the job for us today?"

Her uncle sat down with them. "Tito should be dropping off a nice old car for us, so I guess we'll have to wait and see. Hopefully it's not junk."

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