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"Shannon." I poke my sister's arm, and she makes a sound waving her hand at me. "I'm sleeping."
"It's your birthday, so wake up I have to give you your presents." I say, poking her again, causing her eyes to open, and she lazily smiles at me.
"You got me presents?"
"We do this every year, Shan. Of course I got you presents." I say, standing up off my knees and walk over to my bed, since I hid her unwrapped presents under it.
"And every year all I get you is a cupcake, which you don't even eat by the way."
"It's the thought that counts." I smile, and pull out a light blue notebook, the first Harry Potter book and a pack of lip balms from under my bed, then turn around and she gasps, excitement filling her eyes.
"Del, oh my god."
"Happy birthday." I laugh, she takes the harry potter book and starts flicking through it. "I feel like such a shit sister, now."
"Don't be." I shake my head, "You're an amazing sister."
"How did you even get this stuff, anyways?" She wonders, taking the other two gifts out of my hand and putting them on her bedside table.
"I never reveal my secrets." I smirk, and Shannon rolls her eyes, "One day, You'll tell me."
"Maybe." I shrug, and she laughs giving me a quick hug, thanking me once more. "The house is awfully quiet."
I open our wardrobe and pull out at a shirt, turning around and realizing that the house is extremely quiet.
"That's weird. Maybe Joey took the boys out?"
"Yeah." Shannon shrugs, "Probably."
I walk over to my wardrobe and open the door, I pull out a pair of blue jeans and a white long sleeved top, and hand it over to Shannon.
She looks at me confused, but takes the clothes from me anyways. "What's this for?" She asks, walking over to her side of the room.
"It's your birthday, Shan, you have to look cute because who knows what will happen." I explained, grabbing a pair of black jeans and a red baby tee, that used to be Aoifes's.
"Nothings going to happen, I doubt I'll leave this house." She says, pulling off her pajama vest, once she's dressed she leaves the room, allowing me to get changed.
I pull off my sweatpants, and run my finger tips over my cuts. The last time I did it was two days ago, so those ones are a lot fresher than all the other cuts that I've done on each of my thighs.
I sigh, and change my underwear before pulling on the black jeans, and then I take off my long sleeved pyjama top and pull the red top over my head.
