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CHAPTER 4

M
om was in the kitchen making a call, and Dad was on the

couch watching TV.
“Hey, Dad,” I said, walking up to him.

“Oh, hey, kiddo!” He turned to me, smiling. “How was school?”
“Good.”

I hugged him and went to eat dinner. I was having rice and chicken,

and then Aaron finally came home.
That same night, I was in my room at my desk, writing comedy

jokes. That’s something I started doing last year—getting a piece of
paper and writing random, cool, different jokes. Mostly to tell people

and see if they think it’s funny.

Like I said in the beginning, I really want to be a comedian. But I
can’t be successful at it unless my parents agree. And without their

support, I don’t think I’ll ever be great in comedy.
Anyway, I had to stop writing because it was almost my bedtime.

The next day at school, I was getting my books from my locker
when I was surprised by my two friends, Martin and Dietra, with some

shocking news.

“Shauna!” Dietra smiled so happily.
“Uh… what’s up?” I muttered, confused.

“We’ve got some great news.” Martin leaned against my locker.