Hello wonderful people, my name is Kenna and this is MY story :)
I'm not going to correct my grammar until my story is done, but it really isnt all that bad so dont worry. I dont like rude comments, advertising your own storys on mine, or people being snotty about the time line of my story.
AND RUDE COMMENTS WILL BE DELETED.
Well, im done babbleing. Here you go.
Here's my first chapter.
Oh btw, before i begin.
If i ever do this;
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It means thats a starting of a new part.
Okay, now that, that is taken care of, you can start reading now for real.
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"Lila!" I wailed at the top of my lungs. I saw her run into my bedroom with a robe on, and her hair in a towel.
"What?" She asked in a panick as her crystal like blue eyes scanned the room.
"Oh nothing" I said cheekily. She scoffed at me and stood there wide eyed.
"All that rushing for nothing?" She asked taking the towel out of her hair. Letting the bleach blonde hair fall to the middle of her back.
"Just didnt want you to make us late for the party" I smirked in her direction with my golden eyes locked on her. I played with my black krimpy hair as it fell to the middle of my back and i walked over to my dresser. "Go get ready" I said almost laughing. She pranced out of my room, in a kind of irritated tone which made me want to giggle.
"You're such a jerk Skylar" She hissed as i just laughed to myself. I slipped on a short dress that stopped barely under my butt. It was red, and clung to my hips perfectly, showing off all my best features. Lila walked back into my room in a pink dress that looked just like mine. As i smiled at my sister she looked at me with a "i dont know about this" kind of look on her face.
"Its going to be okay Lila. Dean said his friend Tag will be perfect for you" I said as i clipped a necklace with a half a heart on it around her neck. I had the other half around my neck already, making me feel a little happy inside. She turned to smile at me, then hug me gracefully. "Lets go" I said smiling as she nodded her head.
We crept quietly down the wooden steps, from the third floor all the way to the bottom floor where we looked around cautiously for Molly, the "Worden". After noticing she was nowhere in sight, we snuck out the front door, closing is quietly behind us.
Living in a foster house wasnt exactly our plan for the future, but we both came from troubled families, and we hit it off instantly. We've been inseperable ever since Lila's first day moving into this prison.
"Free!" I screamed after getting atleast two roads away from the prison.
