Chapter 6

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I woke up to Kiera poking my face. Honestly, I am the happiest I have ever been, knowing that I don't live with Jillian and Gary anymore. My life was like hell with them. They never supported me with anything. Kiera's family always provided for me. Food, clothes, essentials, everything. They were like my real and only family when my mom died. When I lived with Jillian and Gary.

But I always considered Kiera's family my family. And they considered me another one of their own.

I don't recall what it was like to have a real, whole family. I'm unable to think of myself as a normal teen, or being a part of a normal family. But then again, what is normal?

I smiled and shooed Kiera out of what used to be one of the guest rooms, but what is now my room. I hopped into the shower, all of the bathing essentials already placed inside. I moaned as the steaming water hit my skin, warming me up instantly.

Every recent event recapped in my mind. My father almost killed me three times. But I don't want to think about that right now. Kiera saved me when I needed her. Kiera was there even when I didn't remember her, and she didn't give up on me. Her family being there for me. When they get back, I have to thank them for every single thing they have done for me.

I sighed, finished bathing, and got ready for a dreadful day at school. As I walked out of the walk-in closet, I stopped in my tracks. I walked backwards, back into the closet. It was full of new clothing, accessories, jewelry, and footwear. I felt my eyes widen.

I squealed and hugged myself in random excitement.

As I left the closet once more, I grabbed my bag, took a couple of pain killers for my head and all other sores, and walked downstairs, where Kiera was holding Starbucks.

"What can I say? I am a white girl."

I couldn't help but giggle. "As if I hadn't already known. But thank you, Kiera. You don't have to do this."

"Of course I do! Be quiet and let's go!" Kiera said, pulling me out of the house.

"Hurry up!" Kiera rushed.

"Why are you in such a hurry to get to class?" I asked, Kiera pulling me through the school doors.

"Remember? The new students are here today!" She squealed.

"Who?" I raised a brow.

Kiera grinned.  She was close to hyperventilating, I was sure of it.

We ran into class and sat in our seats.

We watched as others sat in their seats and talked to each other. Most of them were about the new students, but more specifically Cameron.

I heard things like this:

"He's so hot."

"He's so funny!"

"He's so sweet!"

"What's so great about him, anyway?"

"I can not believe he is going to our school!"

"I can't wait!"

"I am just so excited I can't even like ohmahgahd I need a mint like we will be kissing in the halls you watch like omg like can he father my children like ahhhh"

I stifled a laugh and looked at the cold floor. But I felt left out, because everyone else was so in on this, while I didn't have a clue what was happening. I didn't understand why everyone was so excited, or angry, perhaps.

But I never really had electronics, except for a phone Kiera's family provided for me, and a television in my living room with its screen smashed in. I would always go to Kiera's house, so she would fill me in on everything and told me the latest celebrity news. Of course, Kiera introduced me to something called Vine, and it was pretty funny.

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