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I kissed Tyler goodbye and got off the bus to see my older brother, Ryland, waiting for me. I quickly ran into my brothers arms.

"So, I heard you have a little boyfriend?" Ryland jokes as we pull away. "I do, and he's not little. He's very tall in my opinion." I shrugged. Ryland rolled his eyes with a smile on his face. "Let's get inside, Dinners ready." He said before leading me inside. I nod and follow him inside.

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"Callie! Get ready we have to leave soon!" My mom yelled from downstairs. I groaned, but still got up. Taking my hair out of the braids, I threw on my uniform with my swim shorts and some sneakers. "Callie!" My dad warned. "I'm up! I'm getting dressed." I yelled, obviously aggravated. I ran to the downstairs bathroom since my room (the attic) doesn't have a bathroom in it.

The attic was my hang out room in elementary school, so in middle school my dad decided to make it my room since I was sharing a room with Reed at the time.

I pulled my retainer out and set it in my case. Thank god I didn't have my braces anymore, I looked terrible with them. Quickly brushing my teeth an retainer, I got ready pretty quick. My phone dinged as I set my clean retainer in the case and washed my toothbrush.

It was Tyler saying Vooch isn't available today so no ones riding the bus. I was being forced to ride in the car with my parents already, but I wanted to ride the bus with my friends. I sent a thumbs up emoji and joined my family in the kitchen. "You got ready faster than Reed." My dad laughed. Ryland stepped out of his room and grabbed a mug of coffee. "You want a cup, Cal?" My dad asked. "No thank you." I said. He nodded and leaned against the counter. Ryland had already dressed in jeans and a hoodie.

"You do know I work at the beach, not the ice rink." I joked. "Shoot! I forgot where you worked so I just dressed like I did in class!" He laughed and ran back into his room. "Reed and I can take my car there, we plan on staying longer." Ryland said before closing the door.

"Can I ride with them?" I asked. "No!" Reed yelled as he walked out. "Oh come on! I'm literally the one that works at the beach, y'all are just going for the fun of it!" I exclaimed. "She can ride with us, it's my car so I make the decisions." Ryland says, walking out of his room. Reed groaned and took a sip of the coffee on the island.

"That was mine!" Ryland shouts before jokingly hitting Reed in the head. "We should probably head out. I cannot be late." I told my parents. They nodded and we all walked out. I grabbed my bag on the way out.

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Ryland parked and we all got out. "I have to go check in with Dylan and tell her I'm here! I'll be back." I said before running to my tower. Dylan and Gina were standing inside. "Hey! I was told to check in with you when I got here." I told her. "Yeah, have fun!" Dylan said. I nodded and put my bag in the tower, right next to Tyler's that had my jacket sticking out of it. "See you guys at lunch!" I exclaimed before climbing out of the tower and back to my family. I ran into Eric. "Sorry Eric!" I exclaimed.

"No problem! Oh, by the way, Tyler said meet him by the bathrooms during lunch." He said. "Cool, thank you." I said, smiling at his parents. "This is Callie, she's in my pod. Callie, these are my parents." Eric introduces. "Hi! Nice to meet you!" I exclaimed. "Nice to meet you too!" They both smiled. "Well, I got to go, my family is waiting for me. I'll see you later!" I exclaimed before running back to my family. "I'm back." I greeted. "Awesome! Can we start in there?" My mom asked, pointing towards headquarters. "Yeah!" I exclaimed and lead them inside. "We're saving the tower for last." I nodded as everyone walked inside. They all nodded as we entered.

"This is our headquarters, this is where we have all our meetings and hang out after hours." I said. They looked around, and so did I. I never really paid attention to the decor because every time I'm in here it's for a meeting and rushed. Two arms wrapped around my waist. I jumped and twirled around to face the owner of the arms.

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