/not on drugs ✔

One Time for My L.A. Sisters

Cree Cicchino as Liliana Blake
Indiana Evans as Sahara Western (her name mistakingly sounds deserty oops)
Shay Mitchell as Faye Fisher (she's gonna be Luna's new friend)

Luna

A new state.

A new school.

A new version of crap.

I don't even like talking to friends, let alone making them.

I was on the stinky bus, sitting next to a dark haired girl.

"Hi!" She said, perkily.

I looked at her, slightly rolling my eyes.

I hated perky people, but this one seemed nice.

"Hi?"

"I'm Faye! And you are...?" She held out her hand to shake.

I shook it. "Luna."

"Ahh, Luna. The moon."

"What?" I was beyond confused.

"That's what your name means. It comes from the Latin meaning of the moon, Lunar."

"Oh. How do you know that?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I don't know, to be honest." She laughed.

Then, two girls that were both blond walked onto the bus.

"Hey, loser." The girl with the messy bun said.

"Hey, slut." Faye said, which took me a while to realize she said that.

The other girl, who had her long blonde hair straight down, sat there doing nothing.

Well, I'm not a punk. And I won't let anyone say that to my friend.

I mean, to a girl I just met.

"Don't call her a loser. You barely know her." I said.

"Says the newbie." The girl laughed.

"Shut up Sahara."

Man, such a pretty name for such a slut.

"And your little friend over there isn't doing anything." Faye raised her voice, so the other girl could hear.

"Anjelica doesn't need to get in this."

Then I spoke up.

"Why? Because she's a little coward?"

Anjelica looked up.

"News flash, new girl tries to roast another girl. And fails...miserably." She laughed.

Then she muttered the words, "stupid bitch."

"Excuse me?!" I raised my voice. "I'm the bitch? At least I know what the difference is between being a friend and being a bystander."

She got up out of her seat.

"At least I know the difference between roasting and failing."

Faye sighed. "Okay, okay you two. I'm too tired to deal with this shit."

"Same." Sahara said.

"Same." Anjelica said, with more attitude, most likely towards me.

"Same." I muttered.

My older sister would know how to properly end a fight.

Liana.

She died in a car accident when I lived in L.A.

That's why we moved. We needed a new start, I need to get away from my 'friends'.

But, this place is just as bad as L.A. unfortunately.

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-kisses from mo