Liars #FreeYourBody

Fifteen

I spent the night at The Crest. I didn't even care about the consequences Mom was gonna establish for not returning home.

But anyways, she had two other children to keep her busy. Maybe she didn't even notice my disappearance, after all, she had a new husband to worry about.

There's nothing wrong with blondes, it's just I didn't want to be bothered by an annoying fan girl, a Nerf gun pop star, and a Dad who thinks he knows everything.

Not the family I wanted.

I didn't want my life to turn out like this. I didn't ask for Jack's family to walk into my life. They just did.

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"Don't you think you're overreacting? You barely know them!" Hail convinced me. "No, I can already imagine how miserable my life is gonna be." I replied as we sat in the tent only little six year olds would fit in.

"Mo, what were we thinking?" Hail asked, referring to the mess we called our fort. "I don't know. We were trying to grow up too fast. I wish I could go back to being eleven." I stated. "It's part of growing up," Hailey replied.

"So, what's up with the skirt?" I asked. I knew I already asked this, but our conversation had morphed since then, and I still hadn't got an answer. "This old thing? It's nothing, I got it from the cheer team." She said.

I automatically let out a sigh I was incapable of holding. "Sorry! I didn't mean it like that-" I said. "Don't worry, it's fine. I needed to move on, and I got the cheer team. Oh, and a new girl I met." Hailey smiled. "What's her name?" I asked. "Rebecca Maple." Hail quickly answered.

"Well, I'm tired. It's like midnight, goodnight." I said, releasing the tension that had built when I realized she moved on as well. "Gn, girl." Hail smiled. I smiled too.

I dreamt about what this Rebecca would be like.

Would she steal Hailey from me?

Hold up, never mind. That's only in the clichè teen movies.

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I arrived at the house my mother lives in at around 11 in the morning.

Surely, I heard the pop of several Nerf guns before I entered the house. Before I could even lock the door, the little boy was pointing the gun at me. "You again. Leave!" He screamed.

"Wait! I'm your new stepsister." I said, covering my face. "Intruder, intruder! Stranger Danger Becca, Dad!" He screamed, and surprisingly, Jack and Becca fan to his side.

"What's the count, trooper?" Becca asked. "Count is 12-3 on entry shuttle!" He saluted his sister, and before long, they all pulled out guns; Jack's real, Becca's Nerf. "Ready soldiers? One..... Two..... THRE-" He turned to face me and stopped from shooting his actual gun.

"Oh! Montana, I didn't realize you were back!" He shoved the shotgun in his pocket and emptied the bullets from the full weapon. "Yes. But I can leave just as quick as you can shoot that shotgun." I walked up the staircase, reaching the second floor.

"And by the way, I prefer Mo, Jack." I said, giving him a half smirk.

"And I prefer Dad. You're being disrespectful to the person whose providing you life!" He sternly shouted, but I kept walking the stairs to my room.

"Whatever. You're not my dad so don't you even try to act like him." I turned away.