What Are You Afraid Of?

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DISCLAIMER: This is my first actual published story on Wattpad, so don't judge. And if there's problems or issues in the chapter pls put ur suggestions/complaints in the comments so I can improve🙏🏾. Anyway thanks for wasting ur time just to read this, lol and I hope y'all enjoy. 💗
Btw the story is based on the 00s and honestly I don't have much knowledge on that so certain will be inaccurate.

How do problems become bigger than they actually are? They never stop growing almost like a vine, the longer it stays in the dark. The more it fills the void. "Benoite?" A voice called out as I snap out of my thoughts, I glance at him signifying my attention span. "You alright kiddo? you've been awfully quiet."
"Oh yea...just nervous is all" My dad nods understanding, or at least he pretends to. You never really know what's going on in a teenager's mind. Even he knows that

"Trust me. Giselle, she'a good woman." Right dad's stupid girlfriend. God like I care, I can't believe I have to move into some dingy trailer. 'Yeah he literally sold our house, but it's whatever the mortgage was over anyway' I faintly remember rambling to my friend. It's not like I was spoiled or anything. Hell the most I'd get for Christmas was a knock-off Barbie doll, but moving into a freaking trailer is something else. "Here we are, I think it's this one", I look around a group of trailers. Classic. I sigh getting out of the car as my dad takes our things from the back of the truck. "Need help?" I ask staring at him slightly concerned. "Oh I'm alright-" his sentence was cut off short as Giselle comes out of the trailer, which I assume is hers. She hugs my dad kissing him softly and pulls me into some tight squeeze.

'God how annoying, geez B. Bad mood much? Maybe I'm on my periods or something', I thought to myself. Anyway Giselle quickly let's go of me helping my dad unload our crap out the truck "You should go in Tete, can I call you that?"
"I guess."
"Great! You can get used the ol' place we got here" She had some light Texas accent, right she's from Dallas. I walk into the trailer looking around, God it's cramped. However clean, she definitely takes care of this shitty drive-house. "Let me show you your room" she comes in putting down a box, I follow her. Which isn't a long walk away still she gets to some room with a sign "Don't disturb" bolded in red. How cringy, I open the door walking and almost immediately am I hit with a stench I'd never hope to smell. 'Boyhood' plus you could tell it belonged to some miserable teenager. And here's my checklist of my thorough examination.
1. Scattered porn magazines
2. Clothes thrown everywhere (Mainly stinky underwear)
And 3. Posters of bands I didn't even know existed, plus some obviously broken iPod player.

Lucky there was a bunk bed and what I hoped, my bed was cleaned out. I might have to check for lice later. My dad puts down a box of my belongings on the floor, "Get creative kid." I glance at him as they both leave my new 'shared' room and soon I start unpacking.

THUD

Alas I heard the loud noise of a somewhat skateboarding accident. "Great my roomie has arrived." I sigh throw my head on my bed staring at the ceiling as the door opens. My dad, "Come on B, Giselle wants you to meet someone."

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