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Ch3: A Hidden Treasure

     "Wait up, Clay!" Noah laughed.     Clay picked up his pace, sprinting down their usual trail. "Gonna have to catch me!" He spared a glance behind his shoulder. Noah was the slowest runner he'd ever met.     "Noah!"     Finally, Noah appeared at the crest of the trail, and hobbled the last few feet down the slope where clay was waiting for him. Clay rolled his eyes.     Noah did have an excuse for being a slow runner. He had a condition which made it so that his heart couldn't spread blood to the different parts of his body fast enough to run, so if he ran too fast for too long, he collapsed. Another reason his father(who was not  Clay's father) wanted to keep an eye on him all the time. Noah was finally old enough to attend Hogwarts, but thanks to his father, he wouldn't be able to.     Still, Clay loved racing with Noah because he knew he'd always win. He never pushed Noah to close to his limit, though.     Noah seemed to have cau
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Ch2: Noah

     "Clayton, no elbows on the dining table!" Clay's mother scolded. He did not take his elbows off the table.     "Clayton, no elbows on the table." His fake father yawned. He didn't really yawn, though. He was much too proper. Clay immediately took his elbows off the table and sat up straight.     "Yes, Father,"      Clay's mother glared enviously at his step-father. His mother had been his mother for his whole life, but even after three years, he did not know much about his step-father. To be honest, he was a bit afraid of him. Clay did like  his mother, but he didn't often listen to her.     There was a clink to the right of Clay. He looked up. His step-brother, Noah, had just finished eating. Clay quickly finished his cereal(much too improper for his step-father, who was eating steak first thing in the morning) and set down his spoon.     "May we be excused?" Noah asked. Their mother nodded. Clay gave a sideways smile to Noa
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Ch1: Clayton King

    Clay lay awake in his bed, staring up at the high ceiling. Why didn't Lily like him anymore? …Perhaps he was too  rich? Or perhaps she didn't want her new peasant friends to get jealous...Alright, the Reynolds family was  also very rich... But what else could it be? Clay sighed.     He knew the real reason. He just didn't want to admit it. She thinks I've become too mean. But that's just who I am now! If she doesn't like me any more, then...Then let her hate me! Clay sat up and got out of bed. He had fallen asleep with all his clothes on last night. He was exhausted from doing...well, nothing. He was tremendously rich, and when he had a castle full of house elves and luxury, there was no reason to ever lift a finger.     Clayton King had warm blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and always wore a big grin- or at least he used to. Lately, when he looked in the mirror, his eyes had become duller, and he rarely smiled anymore. At least, not sincerely. He hated it wh
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