Project MC2: Changed (Fanfiction)

1: Mommy Told Me Not To

Shout out to one of my most loyal followers, Skylar.

Also, that's Brianna in the pic above.

Mwah! XOXO, Jay.
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Brianna

Everyday, I watched Ms. McCallister. She would come in, put her briefcase on the desk. Then she would write the ABC's on the black board. We had to copy her. I never did. Mommy told me not to.

She told me that she was bad. She was only a little older than I was. She was a teenager. I would play with playdoh. Ms. McCallister had a boyfriend. I saw, his name was Owen. He went to a school for bigger kids.

That made me mad. If Ms. McCallister were to have a baby right now, Owen would steal be there. Not fair. My daddy wasn't here.

How dare she?

"Brianna!" Ms. McCallister snapped. I realized she'd been talking to me this whole time. I didn't care. Mommy told me not to.

The bell rang. Time to go home. I didn't talk to anyone. I passed the graveyard on my way home.

I pass a girl that's always there. She has blonde hair, and she wears glasses. She's always wearing high heels. She's been here for as long as I can remember.

I skip up the stairs to the same big building.

QUINN GWENETH'S ORPHANAGE

"Hey Quinn." I say to Quinn.

She smiles at me. "What's today?" I ask her. Grabbing the calendar, she looks at the date. "Wednesday. Time to see your mom. After homework, okay?" She kneels down to come face to face with me.

"Okay." I say, walking down the hallway.

McKeyla

After I get home from work, I turn the shower on. I undress and step into the spray.

For some reason, the sound of the water beating on my back makes me feel calm. Owen gets home, and I hear him lock the door behind him.

"McKeyla?" He says.

"In the bathroom!" I holler back.

"Without me?" He pours.

"I'm not giving myself to you until after marriage, Owen. You know that." I state.

"Yeah whatever." He yells through the door.

After I get out, I wrap a towel around myself.
I dress into my night clothes.

I brush my teeth, hoping for a good night kiss from Owen.

"I have to get going." Owen says, running his hand through his gorgeous hair. "Really? You just got here."

"Family issues." He dashes out the door.

I groan, falling back into my bed.

What was up with Owen?
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What is up with Owen? Weird.