There's a knock at the door. i sprint down stairs to answer it, exited to see my former friend. I say former because later on in our story we aren't exactly very friendly anymore. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I let her in and we walk up to my room. I tell her about what happened with my sister and the phone, and she thinks i did the right thing. "the brat deserved it." she assures me. we open our text books and start quizzing each other. Hailey is extremely tall with long, bright red hair that reaches her stomach. she is very athletic and is our schools star basket ball player. Everyone loves her. Heaven knows how on earth she's my friend. There is one weird thing about her though. I can only sometimes tell what she's thinking. not that i have any objections to that, i hate being able to tell what people are thinking. "i have to go home" she says after about an hour and half of studying. "ok' i reply, kind of glad she was kind of a gossip queen and wouldn't stop talking about everything but geometry. I followed her down stairs, and after she left i decided to start dinner. i got out all the stuff to make cheese lasagna and preheated the oven. I turned on my laptop an put on some 5 Seconds of Summer music. i got out the lasagna pan and started."good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught..." ten minutes later i finished and the oven beeped. i slid the pan in the oven, set the timer, and sat down on the couch with a plop, my music still blaring in the back round. "she looked so perfect standing there..." Ding! the lasagna's done. i carefully take the pan out and set it on the counter to cool. As i set the table i realize that Mia has stopped crying.
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The Braclet
Teen FictionMeet Rose Mary. she is fifteen, but has to deal with the weight of practically raising her little sister, the ever problematic drama of being a teenager, and a mother who is never there. all while her best and only friend is 5,000 miles away! She's...
