I walked inside the house. "Hey, Anais." I said. She turned around and gasped. She ran to me and squeezed my shoulders tight. "Ow! What the hell are you doing?" I asked. She giggled. "It's about Ocean!!" She squealed. I gasped. "Really? Okay, tell me all about it in my room." I said while pushing the stroller.
"Okay. What happened?" "Ocean texted me. She said that she actually had a dream like that when she was smaller, and that that's why she was blushing earlier." Anais smiled. "Oh my god. She's legitimately LYING!" I said. She nodded. "So I replied with, 'Why did you take so long to say that?' And guess what?" "What?" "She replied thirty minutes later with, 'Oh, I didn't know I was supposed to let you know. She's full of it." Anais scoffed. I nodded. "Totally."
"She would've been at camp already, and she's taking that art-camp-crap seriously. So... She wouldn't be texting, she'd be art.... Art-ing. I have no idea what the proper word is." I said. Anais nodded. "Exactly." We stayed quiet. Thinking. I shuddered. Anais looked at me. "What?" "Do you not see the actual problem here?! She might actually LIKE her brother! Twin brother at that!!" I yelled. Shayla came in we stared at her. "Can... I help you?" I asked. She smiled.
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Orphans
Teen FictionSelena Fearthe is seventeen. She lives in an orphanage with her friends, sister, and son. A new girl comes to the orphanage, and she's not a talker. Selena tries everything she can to make her own life better. But with going to a shrink, having a ba...
