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R.J. Wells let out a long sigh as he readjusted his school bag on his shoulder so he could reach for his keys to his apartment. School had been particularly rough that day, filled with it's stupid, dull teenagers and stupid, dull teachers. All he wanted to do was collapse on his bed and forget about the world for a few minutes--
The door suddenly swung open, just as he reached to unlock the deadbolt, and his little sister nearly ran straight through him as she walked out.
"Oh, sorry R.J." she muttered, slipping past