"HOW EXACTLY DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GONNA EARN YOUR KEEP SASHA?!" It was my mother screaming at me in the car, after I was fired my mom and dad screamed at me for three hours at home, now we were driving to a restaurant for dinner. While back home I had packed a giant a bag of clothes and all the things that I really cherished. It was now secretly stashed in the seat next to me.
"Ever heard of child labor?!" I angrily retorted.
We were passing the street where my grandmother lived.
"OMG! Look at that mom!" My mother stopped the car, she unlocked door to go out and see whatever was supposedly out there and take a stupid selfie probably.
"Where Sasha?"
"You can't see it? It is that black shape in the trees..." I kept on going, my mom now was out of the car totally absorbed in finding whatever it was. I silently got out of the car took my bag and ran.
I ran until I couldn't see her.
I ran until I was lost.
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The Designer Girl
Teen FictionSasha's a model, well almost- at least. But being its a model has its ups and downs, especially if you were FORCED to do it. It's time Sasha faces ongoing family problems, even if that means chasing and hunting for a dark secret that has to be unc...
