This is my first ever actual published writing, so please critique! I love getting reviewed and messaged, so fire away.

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"Jay, hurry it up!" Andy, my annoying older sister called impatiently, making me groan and heft the heavy box of clothes higher as I ran up the stairs. "Jay!!! If we're not done unpacking by three we won't have enough time to go to the movies with the guys!" she screeched, running past me in a hurried tornado of panic. I smirked as I glanced at the clock. It read 2:54.

"I don't want to go to the movies, Andy. I'm not a Goonie, remember?" I asked bluntly as I set down the box and started to sort out the contents. I couldn't even say why I was there helping my sister's stupid boyfriend Brand unpack, when I had nothing to do with her or her stupid little Goonies gang she was always talking about.

"Jay, you're a fourteen year old girl and you have no friends." Andy pointed out, making me scowl as I threw some of the shirts in a drawer and began to put away the weights Brand was obsessed with.

"So? It's easier to be alone." I growled and Andy stopped, smiling at me fondly, as if she cared about me.

"Come on, Jay. We'll finish this up later. Can you just give this a try? Let the whole brooding teenage girl thing rest for an hour. We'll go to the arcade afterwards, 'kay?" Andy asked, putting one of her arms around me and hugging me gently. "Besides, I can't trust you not to destroy any of Brand's stuff." she mumbled, and I had to nod in agreement.

"Well, as long as you pay for my snacks, I'm fine with it," I retorted, smirking as Andy sighed, knowing from experience that I wasn't kidding. "Popcorn with butter and a large soda. That's the deal." Andy mumbled something under her breath about 'greedy child' and patted her wallet in her pocket reluctantly. "Of course, you could just let me stay home and read my comic books." I offered, grinning. Andy glared at me sternly and said,

"No, Jay. No matter what it takes, I will make you a Goonie" I smirked confidently at her ridiculously determined face.

"Hey, are you being mean to your sis again, Jay?" Brand asked, appearing from the kitchen as we walked down the stairs. I narrowed my eyes at his use of my name.

"Who said you were allowed to call me Jay, Walsh?" I questioned the jock angrily, wrenching out of Andy's grasp and making for the front door.

"Well, what am I supposed to call you?"

"Nothing. Don't talk to me." I growled and Brand sighed as I walked out. On my way, I heard Andy comfort him gently while explaining that I'm just having a hard time with our parents splitting up. I bit my tongue to keep from crying like a baby as I remember that it had been two months since Mom had left. "Like they know anything." I growl, scuffing my foot on the hard gravel and stuffing my hands deep into my red and black plaid jacket. A sharp wind whips my short brown hair around my face, rendering me blind for a split second. And in that split second, I felt something mobile and hard ram into me suddenly, knocking the breath out of me and throwing me onto the hard ground.

"JAY!!!" Andy screeches, and I sigh as she runs up to me, checking me over before I can even see straight again. "OhMyGod, Jay!!! What the hell happened, Mouth?!" she screeched, and I sit up suddenly, ignoring the rush of blood to my head. Recognizing the familiar shot of pain you get from a hard impact on your head, I stand up and brush myself off silently. I realize Brand, Andy, and Mouth (the singlehandedly most annoying kid in the state,) are watching me. I look at them quizically, not understanding why they're so shocked, when a warm red liquid flows down the side of my face.

"Mouth…" I growl, turning to rest my livid glare on the shocked blabbermouth. Before I can ream him out, however, I stumble into Brand's arms when my sight suddenly spins out of focus. "Crap!" I hiss.

"C'mon, let's get that bandaged up…" Andy groans, helping me back into the Walsh household. I plop myself down, somewhat cheered up by the fact that I won't have to go to the movies with the stupid Goonies today. "And don't think you're getting out of being a Goonie!" Andy calls from the kitchen.

"Aw, come on, Andrea!" I shout, using Andy's full name for an extra push.

Andy appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, eyes wide and hands gripping a warm washcloth tightly.

"Do not go there, Jay." Andy warned. Brand laughed from somewhere outside, and I could see him tease an indignant Mouth. Andy chuckled in response as she wiped the blood off my face and tenderly prodded around the gash above my right eye. She whistled lowly. "Man, Jay…I'd be passed out or screaming in pain right now."

"Doesn't hurt that bad…" I mumbled, looking down. It hurt like hell, but like I'd really admit that. "Anyways, hurry it up. It doesn't hurt, but that doesn't mean I want to leave it out for longer than necessary."

"Fine, fine, pushy!" Andy exclaimed, obliging. She wrapped the gauze around my forehead tightly, making me wince involuntarily. She paused, looking concerned. "Are you sure it doesn't…?"

"Hurt? I'm positive," I answered without meeting her gaze.

Hurts more when I forget for a second…I can't forget her. She was too important…

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Okay, done! Not very long, but I hope it was good for what I wrote!