Chapter 2

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*Sierra POV* Just a side note, Sierra is 17 years old//


I wake up to Trevor Yelling in my ear,

"WAKE UP LITTLE SLUT" Trevor says, then JC blows and air horn next to my ear. I really would move out, but I have no where to go, and no money.

"Can you go away" I say, rolling over.

"Hmm, let me think, NOPE" Trevor said, popping the 'p'.

"UUGGGHH" I get up and walk downstairs, then the two leave me alone for a bit. I walk into the kitchen to grab some food before anyone notices. Once I grab myself a jar of peanut butter, a can of Sunkist, and a spoon for the peanut butter. I run upstairs to my room quietly so no one notices I have food with me.

I lock my door shut and start watching 'The Hunger Games: Catching Fire' on Netflix, while eating my food.

It's been about 2 hours once the movie ended, so I exit Netflix and watch some of Kian's videos. Kian bullies me the least, he only uses words against me, not physical abuse like everyone else. I don't know why he isn't like the rest of the guys. I mean, he is REALLY hot. But that doesn't mean anything. I don't really have any friends because I never leave the house. I'M NOT ALLOWED TO. They always follow me when I go places, and if they're all gone, they have security cameras everywhere.

What you are reading, written by me, Sierra Franta, is my story of how these boys changed my life forever. And how today I am still here to tell people my life story, how I almost died, several times, and how Kian helped me through every pain the rest gave me.

I watch about 30 of Kian's videos when I get a knock on my door. "What do you Mother Truckers want" I say to whoever is behind the door.

"I need to talk to you" I hear Kian say. Why does HE  want to talk to ME  ?

"Umm, okay one sec?" I say. I get up and unlock the door to see Kian with red and puffy eyes from, crying?!? What?

"W-What's wrong?" I ask him. "It's really nothing you would be worried about, but there's something I have to tell you." He says in a sad voice. "Uhhh Kay" I say to him. "Well, the guys are considering putting cameras in your room, but they won't tell me when because- nevermind. But I just want you aware of that beforehand, I don't want cameras in your room because it's invading personal space." He says.

"W-WHAT?" I say. "Look, don't tell them I told you. I have to go" He walks away.

Well, that was weird. But why are they putting cameras in my room? I can probably prank them and get them back with this, but it'll be hard.

---------------------------------------------------------//Next Morning\\------------

I wake up and surprisingly no one is here to abuse my morning. Weird.

I sit up and remember what Kian told me the other day. I look around my room and see a small camera hidden behind a basket that I never use. I pretend I don't see it, then walk into my bathroom that is attached to my room and look around in there. I do normal morning routines and put my hair up in a messy bun. ><><><>< After that I walk out and get on my laptop, then open up a fake diary. This is how I am pranking them.

I start writing stuff, mainly about grocery wishlists and a bunch of random numbers and mathematical stuff, because I don't know what else to put in a fake diary, and I want this stuff to seem secret until they snoop it out. I leave my room cautiously, and make my way down to the kitchen where I find Ricky trying to hide himself behind a wall. He's hidden, it's just that I heard him move and I saw a piece of blue hair. That's Ricky alright. I pretend to not have seen him and grab a pepperspray that's behind the staircase. I walk over to the kitchen and before I know it, Ricky jumps out at me, making me use the pepperspray. <><> I run upstairs and lock my door behind me before he could throw me off the stairs like last week.

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