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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 1:28 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2014 2:11 pm
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M I S S - S c o u t Walker ♥
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❝I couldn't remember much Only the sweet hand of my mother's touch I could barely breath with all the blood around I didn't move I felt bound As tear rolled down my cheek How the stench of blood reeked Crying out for mother's hand to find my own Overwhelmed my the zombie's moan This was fate My mothers and fathers were to late❞
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Scout was your typical seventeen year old. With her feet on her bed, her head on the floor with a cat laying on her chest and a book in her hand. Life couldn't be better. Except, she'd always wanted an older brother. It wasn't until her parents made the announcement a week ago that they were filing for adoption. Scout was excited and was continuously looking for something to occupy her time while she patiently awaited her new brother. Her parents had left the house to pick him up, while she stayed home cleaning all day to welcome their new family member. Now, she lay lazily in her room with a good book, trying not to look up at the clock on her wall. The minutes went by as she dug herself deeper and deeper into "Moby d**k", one of her boyfriend's favorite books. It was last minute homework before she had to work on the book report that was due tomorrow. For whatever reason, Scout liked doing things the hard way. It kept her parents on edge. Although, she was a straight A student and on the Honor Roll, her parents still needed to keep a close eye on her. She wasn't much of a partier, smoker or drug addict. She tried a cigarette once when she was fifteen but she was appalled. Never touched the stuff again. Hesitantly, Scout looked up at the clock. Any minute now, she'd meet her new brother.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 12:10 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 8:19 am
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M I S S - S c o u t Walker ♥
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❝I couldn't remember much Only the sweet hand of my mother's touch I could barely breath with all the blood around I didn't move I felt bound As tear rolled down my cheek How the stench of blood reeked Crying out for mother's hand to find my own Overwhelmed my the zombie's moan This was fate My mothers and fathers were to late❞
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Scout had just put her book down when she heard her parents coming through the door and her mom calling for her. "Sweetheart! Come in here and meet your new brother." Scout quickly got up off the floor and scooped up the cat, Simba, into her arms and walked down the hall towards the living room. Petting the kitty behind his ears, she stood in the doorway and watched as the new member of the family wandered about. She put the cat down as he pounced on a nearby couch and Scout made her way towards the boy. "Scout sweetie, I'd like you to meet Ben. Ben this is..." Her mother didn't get a chance to finish the sentence, when Scout walked up to Ben and gave him a big bear hug. "Welcome home."Was all she said. Her mother got tears in her eyes and father put his arm around her. Scout was much shorter then Ben, so she had to stand on her tip toes to give him a proper hug. After another moment, she released him and gave him a big smile. "Come on. I'll show you to your room." She said. Mother Walker clasped her hands to her chest, perfectly content and happy. "I will get started with dinner. Ben, is there anything specific you want? Anything you are allergic to?" She asked, while Scout picked up the big suitcase off the floor before Ben could protest.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 7:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 8:01 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 8:47 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 8:58 pm
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M I S S - S c o u t Walker ♥
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❝I couldn't remember much Only the sweet hand of my mother's touch I could barely breath with all the blood around I didn't move I felt bound As tear rolled down my cheek How the stench of blood reeked Crying out for mother's hand to find my own Overwhelmed my the zombie's moan This was fate My mothers and fathers were to late❞
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"What...Wait!" Scout protested as Ben grabbed her by the arm. "Oww! That hurts!" She said, right before he tossed her into the hallway like a sack of dirty laundry. What just happened? Did she come on too strong? Slightly irritated, but still positive, Scout picked herself up off the floor. Turning back down the hall, she went back into her room and picked the book she was reading back up. Sitting on her bed, she opened up her book and grabbed her ipod, turning on some music that only hipsters listened to these days. She realized her new brother wasn't at all like her. She figured that out the moment she saw him. There was something different about him. After she read for a little bit, she went back in to the kitchen to find her mom making beef stew on the stove. "Hey Mom." She said, sitting on the stool at the bar. "Hi sweetie. Are you and Ben getting along?" Scout looked down at the floor. "Oh yeah. I think he will fit right in with us." She lied. Her mom was so proud, Scout couldn't discourage her about the newest addition to the family. "What did the agency say about him? He doesn't seem very talkative." Her mom paused to wipe her hands on her apron. "Well dear, he's been to several foster homes, so he has had it pretty hard." Scout just nodded in agreement. "Dinner is ready!" Mrs. Walker called out to Ben and her husband. "Scout. Be a dear and set the table for me."
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 9:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 9:15 pm
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M I S S - S c o u t Walker ♥
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❝I couldn't remember much Only the sweet hand of my mother's touch I could barely breath with all the blood around I didn't move I felt bound As tear rolled down my cheek How the stench of blood reeked Crying out for mother's hand to find my own Overwhelmed my the zombie's moan This was fate My mothers and fathers were to late❞
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Scout kept going over and over in her mind what her mother had said. She understood Ben must have been through a lot in his life time, but she couldn't help wonder what caused him to have such an attitude? The way he treated her was not what she expected from an older brother....of course, he must have been about the same age as her actually. So not much of a big brother, but still. She was hoping for someone to look up to. Either way, she focused on placing the forks on the right side and the knives on the left side, trying to stay positive. She was aware of Ben watching her, but she was careful not to make eye contact. The last thing she wanted was to irritate him and bring to light the truth that the two of them didn't really get along. "You can sit wherever." Was all she said to him, walking over to the kitchen, she got some food for Simba and placed it on the floor. Mr. Walker came into the room and sniffed the air. "It smells delicious honey." He caught a whiff of cigarette smoke and turned to look at Ben, trying not to appear appalled. "I hope you weren't doing that in your room. Scout is allergic to cigarette smoke. Think you could do that outside sport?" He asked, a gentle expression on his face. Mrs. Walker noticed the smell too. "Well you don't have to be banished to the outdoors to smoke dear, just don't do it around Scout okay?" She asked with a tender smile. Meanwhile, Scout was ignoring the entire conversation while placing a water bowl on the floor for the cat before walking over and sitting down at the table.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 9:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 9:46 pm
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M I S S - S c o u t Walker ♥
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❝I couldn't remember much Only the sweet hand of my mother's touch I could barely breath with all the blood around I didn't move I felt bound As tear rolled down my cheek How the stench of blood reeked Crying out for mother's hand to find my own Overwhelmed my the zombie's moan This was fate My mothers and fathers were to late❞
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Dinner had been slightly awkward. After Ben made a plate and just left to go back to his room, Scout figured her mom began to understand the part about him not being very talkative. But neither Mr. or Mrs. Walker said anything about it. They knew something she didn't, but she wasn't about to question them. If she was meant to know, they would have told her. After dinner, Scout walked past Ben's room and towards her own, but then paused just outside the door. She didn't know exactly what she did wrong earlier. Her family was just trying to be friendly and welcoming towards him, but he had pushed her away. Swallowing her pride, she walked back towards his room and was about to knock, but stopped. The door was closed and he obviously wanted to be left alone. Taking a breath, "I just wanted to say I am sorry about earlier. I don't know what I did, but I hope we can become good friends." Looking down at the floor, she then walked away to her room, not waiting for an answer.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 10:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 6:42 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2014 3:18 am
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