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( i love LA by starcrawler ) THERE WAS ABOUT FIVE YEARS left of dealing if Ivy Purnell wanted to get out of this foul excuse for a home with her sister.
She sat on the floor of her bedroom, her sister sound asleep in her bed behind her. She calculated the money she'd gotten this past week, writing down every ten dollars she counted on the note pad. Ten for savings, twenty for buying more to sell, and five for whatever else.
She'd put the cash in three different piles, and when she was done, she'd tie it all up in rubber bands, put it in a shoebox, and hide the shoebox under clothes in her dresser.
She jumped at the sound of someone, assumedly her father, pounding on the door to her bedroom. Gigi woke up with a frantic gasp, and Ivy turned around to give her a frown.
The little girl's lip curled into a frown from the sudden noise, but she slowly curled back into her nap.
Ivy, from the other side of the room, raised her hand, and focused on the locked door knob. Feeling herself attach to it, she flicked her finger to the right and watched it unlock with a clicking noise.
"It's unlocked." Ivy says.
Her dad swung the door open, looking at Gigi in the bed, then to Ivy in the other corner. She assumed he was going to say something about why the door was locked in the first place, but realized the two of them were too far away to have unlocked it that fast.
She smiled to herself.
"There's two girls here for you." He says, nodding behind him.
Ivy narrowed her eyebrows, walking over to where he stood at the door. "Who?" She asks.
"Well, why would I know?" He asks, an unprovoked attitude in his voice.
She slipped past him, scrunching her nose up at the smell of cigarettes and body odor that radiated off of him.
She swung open the creaky metal door of the trailer, to find Darcy Chase and Kaia Summerhill a few feet away, waiting for her.
Her heart dropped, and she quickly stepped outside, shutting the door behind her. She felt her cheeks flush but prayed it didn't show. She was embarrassed of her home, and more so of her father, who had heinous tattoos up to his neck. She hated that they'd seen him. And smelt him.
"I didn't think the Girl Scouts did business in here." She says, forcing confidence, as she stepped towards them.
Neither of them laughed. "I have a question." Darcy asks, the ends of her hair curling up from the humidity.
Ivy glances behind her, looking at the mess. Overgrown weeds, empty beer bottles and trash still outside from the night before, yellowing kids toys that haven't been touched for years.
