Grayson MacKruthe's house was at the very end of the street. The houses around were very small compared to his.
Grayson's sister, Carmen, went towards him. "Let's have breakfast!"
"Sure," replied Grayson.
There were many things on the small table. Juice boxes were on it, too.
When Grayson was done eating, he wanted to get outside.

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Grayson, wearing his dark blue hoody and jeans, was walking. Suddenly he saw someone that kind of looks like him, but taller.
"Come on! Get in here already!" The guy was yelling at Grayson.
Grayson ran up to him. "Get in where?"
The guy laughed. "Nah, I was just kidding. I'm Alex by the way. You are...?"
"Grayson."
"Nice name. It's like we invented a new type of telephone."
"Huh?"
"Never mind. Do you have a sister?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"I also have one. She just turned 19."
"Mine is 19 turning 20 in two months."
"Cool. Where's your house at?"
Grayson pointed to the last house on the street. "The end there."
Alex nodded his head.
Grayson walked back home. "I'll see you later!"