•chapter three•

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I arrive to a big steel gate with rose designs all over it. In the middle it had the first initial of Charlie's last name, R for rose. It's a pretty last name it goes well with my mom's first name, Jackie. I'm quite sure it would've fit fine in my name too but I refuse to take it. I rather my name be Lillie Regina Garcia. I mean yea my name is long and all but I just couldn't take another person's name, even though my dad is a hog and a dick I still love him.

"Are you here for maggies bash?" I here a very elegant women say through a speaker which made me jump a little. I was too in to the designs on the gate that I forgot there was like a speaker thingy there.

I thought for a second about what should I say. I went with 'yea' because I didn't want the women to call up to the ranch or whatever and say your daughter that you haven't seen in forever is here.

"Come on through my dear." The women says.

The gates open slowly. When they are fully open I began my way towards the house.

Let me take that back the mansion. It didn't even look like a ranch I men's yea there were lots of grass and in the distance was a barn that looks like a fucking house with cows and horses near it then I seen a few pigs in the distance but it literally looked like a mansion. There were just a few cars there but all were porches and cars like that. I guess Maggie only invited rich kids. Although I did see two old trucks jacked up sitting side by side I decided to park near them since they are as crappy as my ride. I get out to a cold breeze and decide to put on my championship volleyball jacket I got from last year on with my nickname on the back. "Minniemouse" I know lame but I've had that nickname forever so. Plus all my other ones had my last name on them so I thought I'd change it up u know.

As I'm walking towards the big ass porch I'm getting more nervous than ever. What if Maggie recognizes me before I even get to see my mom. If she's anything like she use to be shed throw me out and never let my parents know I came here. She's evil I tell ya.

I walk in the door like a couple did early. I guess you don't have to knock.

I walk in you know causal. And throw my keys on the counter and run up stairs to yell mom then run down stair and yell mom. Then run on the porch and yell mom but before I could I see all these people crowded around a little metal fire thingy. Idk what they called I ain't rich. What happened to bonfires bro. Everybody stared at me and Maggie just squints at me. I guess she was tryna figure out who I am. I kinda recognize a guys face I may know but before I could put a finger on it my mom says "Lillie? Is that you?"

"Oh mom there ya are. So I came by to see what ya up to." Me tryna be casually isn't causal I tell ya.

"What?" She said confusingly in a low voice.

I finely walk on the deck.

Everybody just staring at me. Like dude tf ur eyes are super glued on me let me pick them off one by one hoe.

"What y'all staring at? Go back to roasting those hotdogs on that weird iron thingy. Gah" I say in frustration

Everybody turned around and started talking back and roasting their hotdogs on that thingy. Well except for Maggie she gave me this death stare.

I walk over to my mom on a swinging bed thingy she was propped up on. Wtf is wrong with rich people. Let me take that back what's wrong with my family.

"Hi mom" I say

"Lillie oh my your so tall and tan and skinny and fit and just beautiful." She says as she scoots on the edge of the swinging bed.

"Thanks mom you look great yourself."

"So why did you come here?" She asks

"Well I thought I'd come see ya and hang out here for a little while. I wanted to tell you about all the things I've accomplished." I said

"Well wow get to telling me. Well let's go inside Maggie is having a little get together with friends." She said

"Yea ok like I'm totally messing up her little gay party" I say

"Look Lillie don't start or go back to Oakland." She said frustrated.

I wanted to say something but I bit my lip.

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