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Divorce

**A week later**

Sierra's POV

I've been teaching Matthew, Cameron, and Taylor the choreography to the Dance it's actually coming together better then I though but I'm feeling like its to slow so I might change the song but if I'm gonna change the song I need to do it now.

I would feel bad they boys are actually working hard but I feel like it's to slow for them all I have to do is get my friend who's a dj to do a remix and add another fast rap song and then it will be perfect.

I call tommy who's the dj

"Yo tommy can you add a song to lose it I'll send the track add a fast rap song I need it asap" I told him

"Got it will be on soundcloud later" he told me

He puts everything in soundcloud

"Alright peace I'll see you at Sunday dinner right"

"Ya I'll be there"

"Cool bye

"Bye"

Sunday dinner is my mom and her sisters and friends and all of us kids and it's fun.

And I got to say tommys brother Michael is hot

I decided to get ready for the day since I have to go to court with my parents for there divorce.

Apparently since I'm over 18 (I put 17 I meant 18) i have to sign of who gets custody over me.

I'm and adult but I still have to choose which parent gets custody over me.

I go to my closet picking out a simple light coral-isk pink tank top and that same color with white tribal pattern on a tight skirt.

I put a white blazer on and a gold chain necklace with pearls I put pearl earring in and a few gold rings on my thumb pointer fingers and my middle finger.

I put a beige Vienna sandals on (not actual sandals just what there called its a small heel)

I'm not there biggest fan of high heels but I will wear them in occasion but now isn't that occasion.

I grab the iPhone 6s Plus that's just lying on the floor cause I dropped it like 10 minutes ago.

It shatter but that's because I have no case on no screen protector on and it was already cracked.

My bad oh how tragic

I grab a beige clutch bag and put my phone charger and ear buds in it.

I go down the stairs and down out the door to the black suburban waiting to take me to the court house.

I get in.

I'm by myself.

My phone keeps going off.

Who's up at 8am on a Sunday.

Of course it's Cameron, Matt, and Taylor causally texting in the group message.

I smirk at them fighting over who's the better kisser.

I go on to Twitter going through my timeline seeing nothing new just the regular fight for gun laws and Taylor Cameron and Matt trying to be funny.