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(by Blake Tracy, added on 14 April 2012 12:33 AM)

I listen to my Ipod on full blast. I do not look at the screen, so I do not see the "battery low" message. After only a few minutes, it stopps. "Oh great." I think to myself. "Time to ask rachel if I can borrow her charger again.

"Rachel?" I call, knocking on the door of her room. She has been shut up in her room all day. I think she might be sick.

"GO AWAY!" comes rachel's angry-sounding voice from inside.

"Can I borrow your Ipod charger again? I sware I'll find mine some day." The reason I don't have mine is because I lost it. I think I left it at Aunt Mary and Uncle Levi's house the other day.

The door flies open so fast, it is a blur, and it makes my head spin. Hands considerably stronger than rachel's little scrawny fingers lift me boddily off the ground.

"I said, go--away." rachel growls. Rachel is growling? Timid rachel never growls. And what about this strength?

"Why don't you put me down and tell me why you're so mad." I say quickly.

"!" Rachel's growl rises in pitch, and in nastiness, until it is a screach that makes my ears ring.

"What's going on?" I ask. "Rachel, i'm your sister! What are you doing?"

A kind of light flickers in Rachel's eyes. "Wha?" she says, promptly putting me down. "Yes, you can borrow my charger if you don't disturb me. I'm sorry." she says verry fast. She sounds frightened. She runs into her room, picks up the charger, comes back, and handing it to me, she slams the door in my face.

"Thanks." I mumble, and go to charge my Ipod, resolving to tell Mom about Rachel when she gets home. I may not be the smartest girl in Minco, but I wasn't born yesterday. something is terribly wrong.

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