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Chapter 1

“My Little Pony…friendship is magic!” sang out 6 year-old Esme Shead on the top of her lungs. Her pink chiffon tutu swirled around her chubby legs, and her mischievous green eyes flashed. 

“Be quiet, Esme!” 15 year-old Clemence snapped, hiding her head under her bright pink binder to block the noise.

“Not my boss!” taunted Esme, sticking her noise in the air. She jumped onto the table and started to dance as she sang. Clemence rolled her eyes at her annoying sister. Her 11 year-old brother Tristan ran into the room and turned on the TV.

“I’m playing on the X-box!” he called. Esme leapt down from the table and dove for the remote, grabbing it from the table before Tristan could.

“Too bad! I got the remote first!” Esme said.

“Esme! Mom said I could go on the X-box!” Tristan said, his hands on his hips. Esme poked out her tongue. Clemence stuck her pencil in her mouth. What’s 72×9042? she thought, but she couldn’t concentrate. Esme and Tristan were still arguing.

“Well I wanna watch TV, so I’m gonna!” Esme said. Tristan snatched it from her hands.

“Tristan!” screeched Esme. She fell to the ground and began to cry. “You’re not allowed to push!” Clemence groaned. Her sister was such a drama queen!

“I didn’t push you!” Tristan said as he selected the game he wanted to play.

“What is going on in here?!” Their mother Dawn’s voice stopped the siblings in their tracks. “I was in the kitchen trying to make supper, but I couldn’t hear myself think because of your bickering! It doesn’t even sound like you love each other!”

“I didn’t do anything wrong!” Esme said sweetly. Dawn raised an eyebrow, dubious.

“She did so! She grabbed the remote when I was gonna use it!” Tristan cried.

“Well you pushed me!” Esme yelled.

“ENOUGH!” bellowed Silas, Dawn’s wife. “All of you! QUIET! If I hear one more little word of you kids arguing, there will be serious consequences!” With a heavy sigh, Clemence picked up her files and stalked up the stairs to her room.

“Clem! Where are you going?” Dawn called.

“To my room, where it’s quiet!” said Clemence over her shoulder, slamming her door and throwing her homework onto her white and pink bedspread. She sighed, already feeling a bit better as she looked around her pretty room: the gauzy curtains by the window seat, the cute bookshelf filled with her favourite books, the pink rug and the assortment of pillows on the ground in the corner and, Clemence’s favourite, the silver-framed mirror and makeup table. Clemence grabbed her phone and opened up the Messages app. She tapped on her best friend Flame Wellington’s name. hey flame, typed Clemence, whassup? A few minutes later, Flame replied. Not much. Kinda bored actually. ???? Clemence texted with Flame for a while, and she felt so much better. Flame had always been a great friend, ever since they first met. Clemence smiled at the memory of the first day of Kindergarten.

“Welcome students, to Kindergarten. I’m your teacher, Miss Henks. Let’s have a great year together. I have assigned you buddies for the first few days. Let’s see, Clemence and Flame, Greg and Matthew…” Clemence walked over to Flame, a dark-skinned girl with frizzy hair and a huge smile. “I’m Clem!” she said. Flame smiled. “Let’s be best friends!” Flame said. And they were.

 The sun was setting. 3 men in black crept along the wall of a building and opened the door. Once inside, they pulled off their balaclavas and began to talk.

“How shall we start?” asked one of the men.

“Just mess things up…” snickered another, stroking his beard. “Grab some small stuff, y’know. Peek inside houses and see what they got, right?” The men laughed bitterly.

“But we need to do more than just that!” groaned the last man.

“We’ll get there…” said the bearded man mysteriously. “We’ll get there.”