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Trent's POV:

When I arrived home I saw a basketball fly at my head. "Emma". I yelled.

"Oh don't be such a baby Trent". Emma my younger sister commented.

"Where's mom?". I asked putting my stuff down.

"Folding laundry". Emma replied.

I shrugged and walked upstairs to my room before stopping at a picture frame. "Hey Grandpa". My grandpa died when I was 6 from a long term illness, he was my biggest supporter, I still remember that he would always watch me play my guitar and clap cheering me on. I keep the train with 9 wheels he gave me before he died on my dresser.

"Mom, I'm home". I peaked in my parents room.

"Hey Trent, how was practice?". She asked.

"Meh". I shrugged.

"Well okay than, your dad should be home soon from work and we'll come see you tonight". My smiled at me before I walked back downstairs when I heard the doorbell.

"DUDE". Geoff hugged me as I opened the door.

"Geoff what are you doing here?". I asked.

"Just wanted to know me and Bridgette are coming to support you tonight". Geoff said putting an arm around my shoulders.

"Oh well thanks dude". I smiled and he walked out. Well that was Geoff for you, showing up uninvited.

I was about to close the door when someone barged in slamming me against the wall. "Amelia". I yelled.

"Oh sorry Trent". My older sister Amelia said as I stood up.

"Hey Amelia". Emma threw her basketball at her.

"Hey sis". Amelia responded.

Yeah that's me the middle child. Amelia is 20, has dark brown hair and brown eyes while Emma is 15 and has light brown hair and brown eyes. I Trent look more like my dad.

"Exited for your show tonight?" Amelia asked.

"Yeah, if the band cooperates". I rolled my eyes.

"Uncle Trent". My 2 year old niece Gabrielle ran to me, behind her was Amelia's husband Greg.

"Hey Trent". He said.

"Hey". I replied when Emma threw the basketball at my face again.

"Emma stop". My mom came downstairs.

"Oh hi Amelia, Greg, and Gabrielle". My mom smiled.

"I'm just gonna get out of the house for a while". I said slipping out of the house and hoping on my motorcycle and driving off.

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