An Excerpt~

 I've recently been working a little on 'The Summer Colors of You' and then today, inspiration for 'And Then There Were Seven' went racing through my head. So here's a short excerpt from my extremely small, young, and yet rather bold and unruly brain-child. Any opinions are welcome, even bad ones.

 -Day 12-

Erin stared at Kevin with an accusatory glare. He continued munching the honey bun he held between his long sticky fingers, dripping with a mixture of sweat, dirt, and sugar frosting. If it hadn't been for the five o'clock shadow of peach fuzz sprouting on his chin and his grand height of five-ten, he could have been four.

 "Kevin...you realize that getting suspended is very serious, right?" I can't believe I'm giving this lecture to a guy five years my junior. It just feels like yesterday that Dad was doing this to me.

 "Rules, rules...I got it, Miss Law Enforcement Officer. Can't you keep it out of the home?" Kevin replied sarcastically, popping the last of the bun into his mouth and starting in on another.

  Erin let out an exasperated sigh. People had often told her she had excellent patience, but at this juncture she was uncertain if they would say the same when they saw her dealing with Kevin, or any of the other Chan children for what it was worth. For a long moment, she just stared at his dirty clothes, still far too intimidated by his dark gaze.

 "Is my rough and outdoorsy male looks so sexy that you can't take your eyes from my biceps, or are you so mad at me that you are trying to bore a hole through to my soul with your intense green laser eyes?"

 Erin wanted to laugh but held it in, plastering her face with a 'you are so dead when your mom gets home' expression. In one moment of frustration I forget how much fun teenage boys can be.

 "Just make sure you don't cut corners on explaining your suspension to your mother."

 "Oh, come now. You know that being suspended is probably the least troublesome thing I've ever done." Kevin whined, finishing his second frosted pastry and going for a third.

 "Don't-that's for Zane," she turned in the barstool chair and hopped down, wondering if there was a way she could make her small stature less obvious next time, "if you say it like that, Kevin, I'm willing to begin seperating what you do out of school from what you do in school. Fair enough?"

 "Yeah. It makes me seem like an angel." Kevin replied, giving her an endearingly sweet, but completely fake smile.

 "Just shut up and go mow the yard. At least I can say you did one thing right today."