I see Ciara looking through my bags. "Hailey, what is this?" Ciara asks. "Uh, nothing." I snatch it from her hand. I go onto my phone to text my mother.
It's like my Mother completely ignored what I said. She is not supposed to do that. I wanna cry right now. But now the night bell is ringing. Wow. That was quick. I am very tired. I guess the night bell rang at the perfect time.
When I get up in the morning, Ciara and I will probably talk more. Maybe listen to more music together. That would be really fun. Good night!
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At The Art Camp
AcakAnna. Hailey. Ciara. Skye. Four girls. Different talents. Anna loves to sing. She dreams of being a pop-star. Hailey likes to draw. It's her dream to see one of her drawings in an art museum or gallery. Ciara loves painting. She wants to become a...