I was sitting in the living room eating chips while watching tV.
Hayes walked in and sat next to me.
We were both pissed off.
"God, sometimes I fuckin hate Nash" he said, grabbing some chips. "Sometimes I hate Matt"
"What'd he do?"
"So he starts saying how much it's gonna cost to fix his car. To fix his fucking car. Because I meant to crash it. After I almost died. Do you fucking expect me to pay for it?"
"I know! Ignorant as shit. And like, today, Nash is trying to say some shit like 'you're scared of a girl' talking about you. I'm like bitch so the fuck are you."
"Everyone's scared of me. What's the big deal?"
"Exactly!"
"So I'm like to Matt, sit the fuck down. And he's like 'can you help me pay for it?' I'm like 'hell to the no bitch'"
"Well, I would take Matt over Nash any day"
"I would so rather be a sister to Nash than a sister to Matt"
"I would so rather be a brother to Matt than be a brother to Nash"
"I fuckin wish it was that way"
"Then it all would be so much easier"
"Do you really think Matt is that chill?"
"Yea. Nash is so fuckin annoying"
"No. Matt is so fuchin annoying. I'd take being a Grier than an Espinosa any day"
"Id take being an Espinosa over a Grier anyway"
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Ambra's POV
I woke up to some weird alarm. I turned it off.
Where the fuck am I?
The walls were pink, and I was in some big pink and purple bed.
I got up and looked in the mirror.
Who the fuck am I?
This is what I looked like:
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Yo who the fuck....
I looked at my outfit. A baggy t-shirt that said 'Grier, 7' and I had shorts on.
I looked at a bunch of trophies lined up. Apparently for girls basketball?
I walked out the room and into the kitchen.
Why am I in the Grier's house?
"Hey lil sis" Nash said, walking into the kitchen on his phone.
What the fuck?
Ahaha. I know it's kinda a weird idea but I thought it'd be fun to write. This idea got me real hype.
