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Chapter one- in school

Bree POV

I was sitting in the cafeteria, waiting for Adam and Chase. I felt someone approach me from behind and I turned to look into the eyes of the captain of the football team, Trent. He was at least 1,5 feet taller than me.

"Hey Bree. Where are meathead and smarty-pants." He asked mockingly. I stood up from the table. Despite the height difference, I wasn't afraid of him.

"No one insults my brothers." I said, my hand flying through the air, connecting with his face. I wouldn't say it was an accident, because it wasn't.

"You just slapped me?" He asked. I started backing away. I wasn't afraid of him, but the entire football team was pretty scary.

"Bad move." He said. People was looking at us. I knew they wouldn't dare say anything, but I knew that a few of them wanted me to stand up to Trent. He swung his fist at me, which I just managed to avoid. He was really mad. By now, the football team had surrounded me, to make sure I didn't walk away unharmed. One of the boys, Jamie, hit me in the back. I hadn't seen it coming, I wasn't prepared. Before I knew, I was sitting on my knees on the ground. When I finally got up, Trent grabbed the collar of my shirt, lifting me to the level of his face. After a few seconds I started to feel the lack of oxygen. Trent carried me over to the wall, his hand now secured around my neck. No one dared to say anything. I felt my vision get blurry as I used up my last oxygen to shout the first thing that came to mind.

"Chase, Adam, help." I shouted. I faintly heard an answer, and within a few seconds, Trent hand left my neck. I didn't fall though. I felt a pair of hands around my waist, slowly lowering me to the floor. I looked up into the hazel eyes of my youngest brother.

"Bree, are you okay." He asked. I nodded, not compleatly trusting my airways yet. I saw Adam kicking Trent where it hurt the most.

"No one touches my sister." He yelled into his face. Even though the two where almost the same height, Adam had strength and anger on his side. As he finished Trent, he ran over to me and Chase.

"Why did you pick a fight with the football team?" Chase said, his arm still around my shoulders.

"He was insulting you. I got angry and slapped him." I said, -my voice breaking several times.

"You picked a fight with Trent to defend us. What did we do to deserve a sister like you?" Chase said. I grinned at them. Of course we had to get home. Mr. Davenport had to take a look at my throat, just to make sure nothing permanent had happened. I was, fortunately, completely fine.

AN- I will update with another one shot soon.

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