/not on drugs ✔

You're The Judge

Luna

The past few days with Angie and her sister have been nice.

Annabelle is a great cook.

She cooks us every meal of the day, which is awesome.

Everyday has been great and welcoming.

Except for today.

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"Sahara's coming over today." Angie announced.

I gulped.

"She's probably not gonna like me being here."

She shrugged.

"She's gonna have to deal with it."

I plopped down on the mattress Angie got for me out of her old parents' room.

Liliana was with Annabelle. They've really grown close, which is cool.

"I forgot to ask. How long are you staying here?" Angie was organizing her books.

"Just until I can find a job and buy my own house."

She choked.

"You okay?" I got up and hit her back multiple times.

"Yeah. But, aren't you a little too young to buy your own house?"

"If you think I'm too young buy my own house, then you don't wanna know what age I started doing drugs."

"Oh god." Angie dramatically held her chest. "What...age?" She groaned.

I smirked. "12."

"Oh god!" She fell to the floor, laughing.

"It's bad, I know. But, I'm not doing them any more. Don't judge me!" I chuckled.

She got up and sighed. "Gosh, where were your parents?"

"Clubbin', most likely."

*DING DONG*

Wow, her doorbell is loud.

"Anna, can you get it?" Angie yelled.

"Yeah!" I heard footsteps run to the door, obviously Anna.

I straightened out my outfit, which consisted of only black. A black tee shirt with distressed jeans that were darker blue, but still.

The door opened to reveal Sahara.

She wore her long hair straight down, which is funny since now Angie had her hair in a messy bun.

She wore a red dress with white sneakers.

It's like Christmas threw up on her, the voice inside my head said.

I chuckled, getting weird looks from Angie.

"Hey, Angie!" Sahara happily said. She then turned to look at me.

"What's she doing here?" She glared at me.

Angie got up. "She has no where else to go. Her-"

I gave Angie a look to get her to stop talking, which she did.

Sahara cleared her throat.

"Uh, nothing. She's just...uh.."

"Sleeping over!" I blurted.

Sahara looked confused.

"Okaayyy..."

She must be a bitch, haha.