"And In Her Smile, I See Something More Beautiful Than All The Stars."
Paisley Teller loses her mom to cancer. She ends up moving to a new state, leaving all her friends behind. She has to make a new life with her abusive Aunt and Uncle along with...
" Her eyes gave her away, there was a drowning girl behind that smile." ~ Atticus
CHAPTER FIVE. Four days later. Thursday, 9:00 a.m.
I turn to Holly who's drooling all over one of my pillows. I grab my pillow from underneath my head and throw it at her.
Her eyes open and she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. "What?! I was sleeping!" She croaks.
"Well you've slept long enough."
"What time is it?" She asks and searches for her phone.
"It's nine." I reach from my bed and grab a hair tie off the floor beside me and throw my hair into a messy bun. "Oh you left your phone charging on the floor by the chair." I point.
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She groans and kicks me in the leg. "Please get it for me!"
"Ow! You can get it yourself."
She rolls over and hides her head underneath the blankets. "PLEASE!"
I sigh and hop out of bed, I adjust my striped vodi shorts and unplug my lights above my bed before walking over to the chairs. I swiftly unplug her phone from the charger and toss it on the bed. The stairs quickly fall to the floor and Kolby's head pops up. I cross my arms over my chest and roll my eyes. "Can I help you?"
He works his way up the stairs and sits on the last step. "I heard you uh..." he scratches his head and stands up, pulling the stairs closed. "Had a stash." He whispers.
I raise an eyebrow and pull my spaghetti strap back onto my shoulder. "A stash of what?"
"Grass." His eyes scan my body, sending chills down my spine. I cringe and his eyes quickly scatter to Holly sitting in my bed.
"Grass?"
He nods. "You know, pot, dope, weed!" He whispers.
"Why would you think I have that?"
He shrugs. "Because you hang out with that druggy."
I glance at Holly and she shrugs. "What druggy?"
"You know, that freak with the dark hair, he's always smoking, wears a beanie."
"Wesley?" I question and rub my eyes.
He nods and snaps his fingers. "Yeah! That dude."
"Look, he's not a druggy. Sure he smokes pot but that doesn't necessarily make him a druggy. And just because I hang out with him doesn't mean I do that. Who told you that I smoke pot?"
He scratches the back of his head and grins. "Troy."
"Who's Troy?"
Holly giggles. "Uh duh! Troy Bolton from High School Musical!"
