Of course, it's hard to adjust to a new family! Myla Franklin, 17 years old moves from Los Angeles to San Francisco to live with her mom, her stepfather George Mason and stepbrother Gregory Mason
Let's see how she handled her new life.
"What you thinking about, girly?" Erica tapped on Myla's shoulder.
Snapped out of her thoughts Myla smiled at Erica while both were waiting on the other friends to join. They had blankets laid on the sand, picnic basket filled with sandwiches, water, fruit salad bowl, and chips. As promised Erica literally dragged Myla out of her bed. Apparently her and Greg had been up all night getting acquainted with one another.
"Ha, nothing just trying to wake myself up. I didn't know you meant today for us to go to the beach."
Erica laughed playfully elbowing her. "I told you we were going today! I was telling Eddie how awesome you are, something about your aura that just grabbed my attention."
Myla covered her face blushing to Erica's kind words, she felt the same way. As prideful Myla can be she knew being alone in her room was going to drive her insane so she was thrilled her mom kind of forced it upon her to join Greg and his friends the other night.
"You're the sweetest, stop making my cheeks burn."
"You have such a beautiful smile."
"Gosh Erica, stop it!" Myla threw her pen at Erica. "Are your friends on their way? I'm getting hungry I don't want us to eat without them."
"You can go ahead and eat the fruit salad. They need to hurry up."
"Who needs to hurry up? Always talking shit Erica." Her friend Nivea creeped up behind them.
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Nivea
"You and Crystal's late ass. I'm trying to make a good impression on my new lovely friend here." Nivea gave Myla a weak smile along with a cheap wave.
"Your name?" Myla pointed to herself. "Yes, I'm talking to you. Your name?"
"Myla." Myla reached out to shake Nivea's hand.
"I don't shake hands." Nivea squinted at Myla.
"Oh, so you're a hugger too!" Myla got up to go give her a hug.
"Don't even think about touching me." Nivea makes an X with her two index fingers. "I'm Nivea."
Erica rolled her eyes at Nivea. "Sit your rude ass down. Where's Crystal?" Erica started taking out the food out of the picnic basket.
"To go find parking." Nivea picked up each items analyzing the sandwiches. "Who made the tuna?"
"I did!" Myla raised her hand. "I also helped Erica prep the fruit salad."
"You put too much mayo. I'll take the turkey and cheese." Erica hit Nivea on the back.
