My heart was thumping in my chest, sweat drizzling down my now rosy cheeks.
Melinda hovered over me with an encouraging and bewildered expression.

"You got this," she exclaimed in a motivating tone.
Taking in a sharp breath, I forced my arms to pull the weight of my body up. As I accomplished my task, I dramatically crumbled to the floor whilst breathing frantically.

"You did it, Quinn!" Melinda shrieked before piling herself on top of my worn-out body. "You finally did ten push-ups."

"It's sad that it's an accomplishment," I mumbled into the carpet, my spine being compressed by the pressure of my friend. I groaned when Melinda got comfortable on me, digging her elbow into the small of my back.

"Not to whine," I started. "But could you, oh I don't know, GET OFF OF ME!" I wheezed out whilst slapping the floor. 

"Well I could, but it's extra work for nothing. And besides...you're always complaining of wanting a flat stomach." I heard the smirk in her voice. That evil Chiwawa.

I have realised, a very, very, maybe even one more very, long time ago, that I, Quinn Karter, and that is with a K, have not even the remotest of body strength.
This is the very reason why I mustn't even ponder of removing the smirking child off me. It will lead to nothing but injury on my part.

"Mel, how many times must I remind you that Quinn isn't your seating mat." My spirits and hopes rose with the familiarity of my older brothers voice.

I AM TO BE SAVED!

"She is my one." I almost growled when the weight of Melinda was replaced by the weight of Trey.

Heavy footsteps were heard coming down the stairs, and just like before, my spirits spiralled high.
My father poked his head inside the lounge room and cocked an eyebrow at the both of us. Maybe now I'd be saved...

"Ha! My prayers have been answered. My two eldest are finally bonding."

I love my dad. Even more than life itself. But sometimes I'd wish he had at least half a brain. The human has lost it. I'm not entirely sure if he had 'it' to belong with.

"Dad, Pops, pa," I drawled on. "Could you please remove the sorry excuse of a son off of your one and only valuable child."

My frown transitioned to a scowl when the sounds of laughter filled my ears. They're rats. All of them. 

"Alright Trey, time to ruin the fun and get you off your sister before your sorry behind flattens her like a pancake." My dearest father, with his blessed strength, dragged a pouting twenty-one-year-old off his dying seventeen-year-old.

"Thanks," I muttered, sitting up and stretching my sore back. "Trey, you may think of going to the gym. I'm not sure Felicity would be too happy with her boy weighing like a donkey."

Shrieks left my mouth as my 'grown' brother raced after me around our lounge room.

"I thought she was already as flat as a pancake?"

My dad, Trey and I stopped dead in our tracks and stared bluntly at a very serious looking Melinda. She raised her head up at us and flashed us her signature grin.

"That wasn't supposed to be heard," she grunted. Before I could launch my petite body at the idiot I call a best friend, some very little, obviously adorable, ray of sunshine entered the room.

"Daddy! Mister snuggles wants ice-cream." Josie whined, gripping her blanky on her left hand, and her treasured Mr. Snuggles on the right.

Trey sprinted to the tiny angel and scooped her up, tickling her in the spots we have found are her weakness. Josie squealed while thrashing around, and 'accidentally' ended up kicking Trey on the nose. He instantly placed the four-year-old down, holding his nose right after.

The rest of us, that is, my dad, Melinda and I, were on our bottoms and clutching our stomachs as we laughed hysterically at the scene that has happened.

"Woopsy daisy." Was the cherry on top of the cake.

I opened my now teared up eyes and glanced at a very guilty looking four-year-old, trying to force her teddy into the arms of her older brother.

"Mister snuggles will kiss the boo boo away," Josie cried, tears rushing down her smooth cheeks.

Trey, and very promptly may I add, took the teddy from Josephine and hugged it tightly. "Look Josie, I'm better. Mister snuggles made me all better. So no more crying," he reassured her.

I watched with Melinda as my pops lifted up his youngest daughter, carefully placing her on his shoulders.
"How 'bout we get you that ice-cream?" Her wide smile was enough to convince us that she was fine.

"I don't want it. Mister snuggles wants it." Me and Melinda chuckled as we heard Josephine's fading voice.

"Crap!" I turned my head to my now panicking friend. "She's gonna kill me Quinn. She's gonna get her broom and whack me."

I lifted my eyebrow in confusion. What is she on about this time? A second ago she was laughing.

Suddenly the front door was forced open and in came Mrs Perez with her broom, hair wild and the scariest of expressions plastered on her face.

I took four steps away from Melinda.

Sorry friend, but you're on your own. Nothing could make me face that women.

"Melinda Miranda Pérez." Ah, full name being yelled? Let us take an extra step away, for safety reasons. "How dare you be late for dinner?"

Melinda was petrified. It was funny, from my safe distance that is.

"Mama, I'm sorry. I forgot wh-" She was cut off by a scoff.

Mrs Perez stalked towards her daughter and grabbed her ear firmly, whacking her bottom with the broom before dragging her away.

"Ow. Mama, stop pulling so hard," she fussed. "Ow. Tu perra!" The daughter swore as her mother pulled harder on her ear.

"God, give me strength to not kill this child," the Mexican lady muttered, angling her head so that she was looking up.

I chuckled just as I closed the door behind the two bickering individuals. Like mother like daughter.

I walked back to the lounge room and plopped onto the cushioned couch, reaching for the remote. Turning the TV on, I flicked through the various channels before halting my actions when I stopped on Nickelodeon.

"Trey!" I called out, my voice booming throughout the medium-sized house. "Rugrats is on!" That's all that was needed to cause Trey to sprint into the room and take a seat on the couch.

"You're such a kid," I teased.

"I never said I wasn't." I rolled my eyes at him.

The remainder of the night was followed with pillow fights, pizza and my dad farting on Trey. Can't imagine any other way to spend a Saturday night.

...

The bell. It can be the sound of the devil. A sound that causes grief in the heart of many teenagers around the world. A sound that starts the beginning of an exhausting, petrifying and tiring day of learning.

Or, like this instance, it could be the sound of an angel. A sound that causes enlightenment in the heart of many teenagers around the world. A sound that finishes the end of an exhausting, petrifying and tiring day of learning.

"I want- No, I need that sandwich. " I ranted to Melinda, fidgeting with the string of my school bag.

"I'll get you one on my way there, you just go tutoring. Don't stress, your sandwich is on the way." I nodded my head frantically as I squealed.

Never could of asked for a better friend than Melinda.

You may be thinking what's so interesting about a sandwich? Berkshire bacon sandwich. This sandwich is made with stacks of Berkshire bacon and a HP-style brown sauce joined by the egg. Cram all that on Tivoli Road sourdough toasted in bacon fat and, BOOM! You're in food heaven.

Higher Grounds are doing a limited edition of this, hence the reason why I'm in a rush to try get one.

I watched in sadness, yet anticipation, as Melinda's car grew smaller and smaller the more it travelled. I sighed longingly as I marched back through the school doors and into the library.

I scanned the simple room stacked with books and desks in order to find a certain blonde.

Seated in the far left in a secluded area that was shielded by a bookshelf, was none other than Dantè Patel. His round, huge, temporary glasses sat on top of his curly hair that looked as though a brush needed to be combed through it. He was taking out a few books from his goofy backpack.

I strolled over to the table and slammed my bag onto it, wanting to frighten the freakishly tall student. Jokes. I lied. He isn't that tall...maybe a little. A lot. I don't know.

"Ah- you scared me!" The sarcasm in his tone was evident and I rolled my eyes.

He grinned at me, showing his pearly white teeth, his dimples winking at me. Bless the women who gave birth to him.

"So, what am I teaching you today?" I teased him, straightening my glasses.

"Tsk tsk tsk." He shook his head playfully. "Now, why are you insinuating that I am the one in need of help?"

Dantè positions his rimmed glasses over his eyes. "Now, Miss Karter. What is it that you need my help for?"

I laughed loudly and took out my diary and the book casted by the evil spirits to punish us all. MATHS.

Dantè shook his head in disappointment. "Quinn, Quinn, Quinn. It astonishes me how you still don't know how to do maths. Honestly, I've taught you about forty times this fortnight." He complained, messaging his temple.

I sheepishly smiled at him. "My bad?" This came out more of a question.

A solid ten minutes into the session and I was more than ready to resurrect the human who was absurd enough to invent maths so that I could make Melinda punch him. You know...because I have no muscles.

I whimpered as Dantè began to open a new page. I grabbed his hand and held it tight. "No more. Please, I can't look at numbers no more."

Dantè stared at me blankly. "We've done one question, Quinn. Only one. And it took us ten minutes." He explained in bewilderment.

"Yeah...." I drawled my word. "But it had A, B and C."

"Quinn. You are distracted today. What in the world could make you so distracted?" I sighed longingly once again.

"A sandwich," my voice was soft and I rested my chin on my palm as I imagined the beauty I was to devour.

"Of course it's a sandwich," Dantè mumbled, playfully shaking his head.

"Well, since you're definitely not going to do maths, what else you wanna work on?"

I pondered over the question.

"We can work on my patience as we wait outside like weirdos for Melinda to come with the sandwich?" I suggested.

He gave me a deadpanned expression.

"Hey. You gave me a question, and for the first time I actually answered it," I huffed, folding my arms and slouching like a child.

He simply rolled his eyes. What a sassy manny.

Just as Dantè was about to respond to my obvious stupidness, I sniffed the air.

"Um...Quinn, what you doing?" He looked at me in embarrassment.
"My friends sniffing the air like she is a dog. I shouldn't let her face humiliation alone."

The next thing I knew, Dantè's sniffing the air with me.  Friends who are weird together, stay together.

My stomach roared as I continued to inhale the smell of deliciousness. Coming to a halt of my sniffing actions, I smirked at Dantè.

Retrieving my phone, I slyly recorded the seventeen-year-old sniffing the library air.

"Dantè, I stopped doing that about three minutes ago," I sniggered, returning my phone back into the secure ness of my back jeans pocket.

A faint shade of red colored his cheeks and I went ahead to pinch them.

"Awe...is you embarrassed?" I babied him.

He swatted my hands away before removing his glasses and placing it in the confinement's of its case.

"Now...not because I'm curious but because I'm concerned for both of us, what were we sniffing?"

I laughed out loud which earned me a welcoming glare from the snake who we call a librarian.

"We were sniffing the sandwich," I announced in a whisper jumping up and down.

Gripping his lower arm, I dragged Dantè out of the library, past a dozen rooms, down a staircase, through a single door, and out of the school grounds.

By dragged, I meant him trying to make me feel strong for once in my life by willingly following me.

"I'd like to know how you possibly smelt the sandwich from all the way back at the library?" Dantè looked bewildered.

"Magic." That's a good enough explanation.

I examined the car park outside of the school and when my eyes settle on a silver Mercedes, I sprinted towards it like I was being ran after by a billion dinosaurs.

"WHERE IS THE SANDWICH?!" I yelled at Melinda, shaking her violently when she came out of her car.

She swallowed. Then she began to sweat. Then she pushed me off her and ran.

"Sh-sh-she didn't g-get me it?" I fell to my knees in the middle of the road.

That sandwich was meant to be the highlight of my life. The best thing to ever happen to me after the time I met Barney.

I begin to tear up and from a distance I hear a loud honk of a vehicle and Melinda shriek.

"QUINN WATCH OUT!"

...End of chapter one...

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