Albert Storm's Story

Brooklyn (Blaze) Storm
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I turn up my street and open the front door to our house in New York. Me and my half brother Albert have been living here most of our lives. People describe us a different people because I've got red-brown hair and am from New York and Albert has full brown and is from Florida. Albert is 12 and I'm 16. Our parents ditched us when we were little. I enter into the dining room and Albert is there, eating a whole tub of Nutella. "Albert, how many times have I told you don't eat the Nutella without me" I say smiling. Albert smiles back and we wait till 12pm so we can go outside. Once we were outside we could change into werewolves without suspicion. When we arrived back at our place, it looked as though it had been torn apart by some magic or something. It definitely didn't look as though someone had just robbed it. Our place wasn't a place anymore.

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Albert had been playing video games, which he was very skilled at, until he felt it. The craving for nutella. He knew there was a jar somewhere in the apartment. So he searched, until he found it tucked in the back of the cupboard. He smirked, Blaze must of tried to hide it but Albert could smell nutella from a mile away. So he plugged his headphones in and started eating it, hence, he did not realise Blaze had come in. She stood in the the door way with her arms crossed. "Albert, how many times have I told you don't eat the Nutella without me". Albert smiled, chocolate all around his face. "I got hungry" Albert spluttered, smiling.
The two of them waited for 12, it was the only time they were safe to roam around. Did he want to roam around as a furry beast. No, he despised it. He hated not being normal, but he did it because he knew he had to. As soon as he and his sister were done, they headed back to their small apartment. But it didn't really look like an apartment anymore. It was a dump, there was nothing left of Albert's home.
"What the-"