Nikki's Point of View
                              I wake up and force myself to get up and take a shower. I'm supposed to go shopping with Chloe and Zoey today at 1:00, and it's already 10:00. I sigh.
                              I walk inside the shower and feel the warm water go down my back and it's comforting. I wash my hair slowly, savoring the sweet warmth. As soon as I'm done cleaning myself, I walk out and go to my room to change. 
                              I look through my closet for something sweet but simple. I grab some skinny jeans, a baby blue button-up shirt, and some converse. I look in the mirror and I feel satisfied with my outfit.
                              I walk to the mirror and brush my hair and use my hair dryer to dry it out.
                              After my hair is dry and neat, I separate it into three parts in order to make a side-braid. I smile and get up, and walk into the kitchen for a snack. 
                              When I walk in, my mom is in the kitchen making a couple of sandwiches. 
                              Mom: "Hello, sweetie."
                              Nikki: "Hi Mom. What are you doing?"
                              Mom: "Making some sandwiches for your dad. Want me to make you one?"
                              Nikki: "You don't mind?"
                              Mom: "Not at all. You're ready for the mall?"
                              Nikki: "Yeah."
                              Mom: "Okay. Brianna's coming, but once we get there I'll bring her with me to shop."
                              I sigh in relief. I still remember what happened last time Brianna came with me. I shudder. 
                              Nikki: "Thanks, Mom."
                              Mom: "You're welcome."
                              Nikki: "I'm gonna go get my bag ready. I'll be back in a minute."
                              Mom: "Okay."
                              I walk to my room and grab my purse. I unplug my phone from its charger and place it in my bag. I grab my wallet and headphones and stuff it inside my bag.
                              When I come back, there's a sandwich on one side of the table. I see my mom sitting on the other side, eating a ham and cheese sandwich.
                              Nikki: "That mine?"
                              I point to the one on the table.
                              My mom nods and I sit down and begin eating my late breakfast/lunch.
                              I think about how today will go between chews. My moms smiles when I look in her direction, and she clears her throat. 
                              Mom: "Nikki."
                              I swallow.
                              Nikki: "Yes?"
                              Mom: "You know...Brandon is a very nice guy. I'm glad he's there for you. You love him, right?"
                              I smile softly.
                              Nikki: "I really do."
                              Tears fall from my mother's eyes, and it startles me. 
                              Mom: "You're so grown up!"
                              I just smile and shake my head. I get up to hug her. She smiles and holds me tightly. 
                              Her voice turn serious.
                              Mom: "If he ever gives you trouble, just tell me."
                              Nikki: "Okay."
                              I doubt that'll happen, but I want to reassure her. I'm glad my mom accepts Brandon.
                              I'm glad he's with me.
                                      
                                          
                                   
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The Beginning of Something More (SECOND BOOK)
Teen Fiction(Sequel to The Trials of A New Beginning.) The end has come....will it be truly spell the end for them? Maybe it will....but no matter what...we always know it will be the beginning of something more......because with every end, there is a new begin...
 
                                               
                                                  