Well..this is going to be hard to update. O____O;; stupid "Edit" button vanishing on us! DDDD< [/rant]

Well...anyway..I WILL finish this story,seeing as I never finish the other ones I start,ideas dieing.
And if you care,It will be appearing in my dA aswell. A link to the introduction,which you can go to any part of the story afterward. ;) Chapter 3 is NOT on dA as the others are,so you get an inside look on whats next. Enjoy A Story To Tell~~~


INTRODUCTION
A Story To Tell

Rummaging through my stuff, I have found old family photos of me and my brother and sister. We looked so much alike. Could you guess which one is me? And no, we aren’t really angels and devils. It’s just our personalities. Bro always acted like a perfect little angel, if I recall correctly. Sis was always acting like a devil. I never trusted her. I always had a mixed personality. Either a prefect angel, like my bro, or a devilish brat, like my sis. Well… I have a few stories to tell you. Brana, ready when you are.

CHAPTER ONE
A Devil In The Making

I remember this like it was yesterday.
I ran the halls of our home and quickly made a turn, my dark blond hair trailing behind me. My sister, Bree, was blocking the door to my bedroom, grinning like mad wearing her usual black tank top and jeans. “Nice try, sis. You can’t take my things without permission,” she said, glaring hard at me. I was only 6! How was I to know? She had one hand behind her back, that rotten 7 year-old. She grinned and held out a stuffed rabbit.
“NO!”I screamed, “Not Fluffy!”
“Yes,” she grinned evilly, “Fluffy.”
“Please don’t!” I cried, as she held a pair of scissors in her other hand at his neck. “Please!” I cried again as tears started forming in my brown eyes.
“And why should I?” she asked teasingly.
“I’ve had him for years! Please!” I cried still. Our brother, Brain, came up behind me, that brave 8 year-old.
“What is going on?” he asked us sternly, “And why do you have Fluffy?” Bree froze, as the scissors fell from her hand and clattered on the ground. “And why do you have a pair of scissors?”
“N-Nothing bad…I-If that‘s what you‘re thinking,” she stammered, staring at him, apparently scared of him.
“Really now?” he asked back, picking me up and putting me on his shoulders carrying me past Bree and taking Fluffy out of her hands. He carefully set me down on my bed and handed me Fluffy, whom I clutched tightly.
Bree was standing there, as if she was made out of stone, in the doorway. Brian walked out of my room to Bree and put a calm hand on her shoulder as if to say, “You can move now.” Bree nodded slightly and took a step, his hand still on her shoulder. “Bree,” he said calmly, “we should get to bed.” He closed the door behind him and started to walk, for I could hear his footsteps and Bree’s.

That’s only one of the stories about Bree. She has evil master plans when she’s older, trust me.

CHAPTER TWO
An Angel In The Making

Ah…sweet brother. This is a story about when I was 6, still, when he did one of his many things for me.
Brian and I were outside in our backyard with our dad, building a tree house. My dad and Brian where up in the tree, as I watched them. Dad asked me to bring him a plank of wood, but I heard Brian say, “No. I’ll get it dad.” and he started to climb down. I handed him one of the planks and he smiled and took it from me, climbing back up.
I don’t know what was going on up there, so I decided to climb up to them and see for myself. Dad had a hammer in one hand and a nail in the other, pounding into the plank of wood Brian had brought up. Brian stared at me and then turned to a wide hole in the wood, where they hadn’t gotten to yet. Dad hammered in another board they had up here, and was too big for the spot he just filled. I quietly walked closer to my brother, to watch our dad, and didn’t notice the hole was in front of me. I bent down, and the hole didn’t lead to branches, but it lead to the ground below. I sat still for a moment and I lost my balance, almost falling through, but quickly regained my balance back. My brother rested a hand on my shoulder and gave me a questioning look. I merely shrugged at this and he kept his hand on my shoulder. I bent over a bit more to see my dad work, but it resulted in me going from on my toes, to face first into the hole. I screamed as my brother quickly dashed down the tree, just before I hit the ground and caught me right before hitting the hard brown earth. I quietly smiled at this, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, like a bride would a groom.

CHAPTER THREE
A Dangerous Birthday

Here’s when I turned 7.

I carefully blew out the candles on my cake, and mom started to remove them as each fire vanished from sight. Brain smiles, his 9 year old face shining at my now 7 year old one. From across the table, I see Bree’s eyes, staring at me as if hawk eyes in jealousy. I slowly slid down in my seat, trying to avoid their gaze. The whole family broke out in song, singing “Happy Birthday” to her, but she still cowered under the table, having slipped under. Bree quickly noticed this and dropped her fork purposely. She then said, ”Hang on…dropped my fork.” and ducked down with me, a devilish smile across her face, staring at me brightly. I quickly got back up, as I heard sudden whispering. Bree sat across from me, smiling cheerfully at me now.

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