"Gyani, get up! It's Stealing Day!" my 13-year-old brother, Jason, whispers in my ear. My eyes open to see him staring at me with curious eyes. I tackle hug him.

"Hey, sport!" I say, pulling back and ruffling his blond hair. His dark eyes light up.

"Well, you should eat a little breakfast before we go," he states, sliding off the small twin bed my mother had made. I nod and glance at the small, digital clock on the windowsill. It read 11:26am.

Jason walks over to the other side of the room, and starts making his bed, identical to mine. Our room isn't that big, and we don't even have real floors or toilets. The toilet is a freaking hole in the ground!

Not bothering to make my bed, I walk out of our room and into the kitchen. My parents are both at the small wooden table, drinking water. I grab a banana, A slice of bread, and a small cup of pineapple, and sit down at the table. My mom shoots me a look of dissaproval.

"Gyani, don't be so greedy," she says, in a soft but stern voice. Her blue eyes are trained on my face.
Her dark curls fall around her slim face like a waterfall.

"Mom, the whole point of our lives is to be greedy," I whine, but put the pineapple up anyways.

"We know that, honey, but you have to save some for us," my dad explains. I see him run his fingers through his blond hair, his dark eyes giving me an exsasperated look.

"Uh, okay. I'm going to go and meet Dan. We'll be waiting for you."

My parents both nod.

I shove the bread in my mouth in one peice, taking my banana, and I push the chair in.

Dan has been my friend since forever. He's got Big, dark eyes, and dark hair, like me. Some people often mistake him for my brother. But really, he's the greatest friend I could ever wish for.

I walk out the door, and start my way up the small dirt road that leads to Dan's house.