Moving day. Great. This is the fourth moving day since I turned 15 two months ago. This time I'm moving to SugarGrove Tennessee.
"Ariel come here please!"
"What jjjjooooo?" She drags out me name innocently irritating me.
"Where's my alarm clock Ari?" I question knowingly. I walked past her room and saw it in there.
"Umm...Er..." Ariel taps her foot nervously.
"Chill girly, i know you have it, I saw it." I sneer on the last three words. Quickly she runs to her room grabs the clock and hands it to me before vanishing again.
Ariel frustrates me more than anyone sometimes. Too much like her mother she is timid but when she speaks it's often her extremely strong willed opinion.
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My room is finally set up and I'm ready to eat. Unlike most teenage girls I have quite the appetite. I don't watch my food like I should, especially since I'm a international super model. Did I mention that?
Well anyways, as I descend the stairs I run straight into the kitchen flinging the doors to the large , but empty, pantry. I quickly grabbed my chips and ran back upstairs. Then my name was heard. UGH!
"Jordan! Are you eating those chips again?!" She practically screams at me.
"Umm..Er... No!" I yell back with my mouth stuffed of chips.
I hear her footsteps roar like thunder through the hall way as she approaches my room. Dang she scary sometimes. Anyways she now stands in the door way eyeing my arm holding the bag of chips I quickly hid behind my back suspiciously.
"I see those chips Jo don't lie to me!" She demands, scaring poor Tyrone. Her and Jonathan, her husband, weren't the most responsible at the age 17.
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So this is my new book and I'm actually really excited about it! It's probably not as good as I feel it is but thanks for reading! It's a lot of fun!
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Sneakers and Stilettos
Teen FictionJordan is a insecure 17 year old because of her past. She blames all her problems on her mom and goes depressed when the topic of her dad is brought up. She covers her pain with a bad girl attitude. Constantly transferring schools from getting in t...
