Stolen

Stolen sister

WARNING BEFORE YOU READ. Yall are getting a sneak peak. But when is says starts now that is where my dearly beloved sister who is 18 started to write have fun readying cuz I surely did. That's my sis on the side. And of course a volleyball video.(that serve and the hit) dedicated to my ugly brad(inside joke) of a sister @caelyn_leeann

~Em❤️

Well it has been around a week since dad died. Well it's been a little more peaceful. Maya is even more depressed but me well I have been able to do a lot more. Noah hasn't been to work in a few days. I'm worried. Two words. 9 letters. Why am I worried about him. I barely know him. Barely know him. Wow Zayla you have know him for about a 48 days. Not that I'm counting. I am currently on my way to work. Hopefully Noah is there. I am about 5 minutes away. I have a peaceful moment and I think about Noah. I finally get to work and I go to the break room and sign in. I notice that Noah is checked in. I didn't see him when I walked in. I walk back out to see if I can find Noah. I walk to the baseball/softball area because that is where he mostly stays. I walk around the corner of the baseball bats to see Noah talking to a customer. I walk up around them and head to the volleyball area because that is my favorite sport. *starts now* I started twerking uncontrollably, unable to stop myself. You know, what are spandex for if you can't shake it. Sweat pouring from my pores after my intense workout, I collapsed on the ground.
"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!?!" I angrily shouted at the older men and women looking at me. What was their problem? Haven't those old geysers ever seen a glitter af teenager shake what her momma gave her?

THE END.