"Bennet, Mia, get your asses down here now!" My mother called. She sounded pretty mad so my little sister, Kyla probably did something and pinned the blame on us. We both rushed downstairs.
When we got there we saw paper. Everywhere. Great. Note my sarcasm. "We didn't do it," I said defensively, "It was Kyla. She had her 'boyfriend' over and they were making a mess."
My mom rolled her eyes and I just sighed in annoyance. Bennet had gone to go get our camera we set up to watch them for proof. "Watch, mom," he called. It showed Kyla and a boy around her age, named Matt. They were troublemakers. "See! We didn't do it," Bennet concluded.
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Key To Strength
Teen FictionLondon's biggest socialite, Mia Pierce, decided to settle on a 'sport' 3 years ago; that sport being Gymnastics. Her toned and and muscular arms are to show for it. But when an especially difficult floor routine is required to make it into the Natio...
