Laura Summers is the school's nerd, but that's only because she doesn't care for the opinion of people in her school. However when she is outside school, she is the feared Pistol , street fighter and has never been beaten before.
Wanting to be just...
I heard my alarm go off, and slam my fist on it. However I end up breaking it. I get out of my bed in my grandmothers house. I walk downstairs to be meet with my grandma and Emma.
"But grandma I wanna do it." Emma whines.
"Banana." I say. She turns around and screams, as she runs towards me.
"Lala!!" When she gets into my arms I spin with her holding tight.
"Alright, Emma let her go. La let Emma go, and come eat." Our grandma says.
"Morning gram." I said kissing her cheek.
"Morning darling. I met your boyfriend." She says handing me my plate.
"He dropped me off didn't he." I ask.
"Yea, he gave me a lollipop. And he said you were really tired." Emma says eating her pancakes.
"Yup. Also happy birthday La." My grandma says. I completely forgot it was my birthday. Emma runs upstairs then I hear her little steps coming back down. She gives me a paper which she drew me and her together.
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"Thank you banana." I say ruffling up her hair.
"Now you girls go get ready for school." Gram says. Me and Emma walk upstairs and I go into my room. I pull out and cute dress with a white top and pink bottom with birds on it. I pull out my black boots, and my leather jacket. As I go try to think what to do with my hair, I see platinum blonde hair dye. I grab the box and go into my bathroom. When I finish my hair, I flat iron it. I look in the mirror and am proud with the results. (How she looks in mm). I take a picture on Snapchat with my new hair.
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I grab my white wallet and walk downstairs.
"Grammy, look at Lala's hair!!" Emma says pointing at me. I laugh as my grandma is at a lost for words.
"Do you like it??" I ask.
"I love it sweetie." My grandma says pulling me into a hug. Then I get a text.
