"we already fucked, might as well get attached.", i shrugged pacing the workshop. ive been here not even a month yet, and I already found someone I care about- and no, not just because we fucked.
Thank you @spacebuns- for the cover, love!!!!
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"Alaniz?", a voice called, I brushed off my beige shirt and walked onto the altar or in this case 'stage'. I've been practicing this for a whole week, for what? No idea.
It was for a Christmas play, that's all I know. You're suppose to show your talent- emphasis on talent show. I know this probably means jack shit to even go to, but I ain't got nothin' better to do so why not.
I didn't know any music off the top of my head, I had wrote my own previous days... mixed emotions y'know what all writers dabble on. The people it's about is no secret, I felt so stupid about to sing this song.
I only wrote it a few days ago but I had a connection to each erase mark and every line I made- even the mistake ones I just left.
"I'ma be singing.", I nodded and took a breath before the woman told me to proceed.
(A/N I'm doing the music video of camillas song, it's just what she sounds like singing. You can imagine Mariana dancing and walking however you may chose. Also I will be skipping Mari going to the Christmas party- you'll see what I mean. Ok fuck stop yelling at me the authors note is ending now. ALSO SORRY FOR LATER ON THIS CHAPTER I ADORE SELENA GOMEZ THIS IS A STORY AND JUST AHH IDK OK SORRY.)
I took deep breaths, walking quickly off the steps and out to the prison hallway where I was greeted by Flaca, Maria and Maritza.
"You got some fucking pipes to you, huh mami?", Maria chuckled punching my arm lightly, myself flinching at the impact even if it didn't hurt.
I shrugged. "I'd say so. What good does it do here, they gonna give me a medal and a pat on the back? When out there", I said referring to outside of prison, "I could be working my ass off and getting a record deal or something?"
"Hell yeah.", Flaca smiled. "Model gig to, like we three could be serious prison babes.", she continued.
Maria crossed her arms, "What not me too?", she asked and Maritza stepped back with her hands up while Flaca rolled her eyes.
"Please, you too old.", she replied. "But you aged real good, that's something.", Flaca continued.
"I ain't that old, Cherry Bomb.", Maria said then patting my shoulder and giving me a stern nod. "You keep up that voice of yours, when your times over you can make a real career."
