Cindys point of view
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~""Holy moly" I whisper under my breath.
"Is it Lucas's?" I ask almost hoping she would say no.
"No" she replies
Yessss
"I'm a virgin" she says confidently
"Nice lie" I reply back with a sassy tone.
"No Cynthia.. I really am!" She says in a concerned but somehow convincing tone.
"I told you to call me Cindy! I hate my name!... sorry.. this is about you."
I cross my arms and stare at her.
She stares down at her shoes.
I think she's telling the truth.
"Ok" I reply back.
"Wanna watch a Netflix movie"
She looks up at me and smiles.
"Ok" she says and laughs.
We spent the entire night giggling, chatting about boys (I'm a good actor) and watching movies.
I forgot about her unborn child.
And her saying she has no idea who the father is.
The night was great.. we watched Netflix and had lots and lots of fun.
The thought of safety and fun leaves my head when I hear a loud scream from the kitchen.
Me and Kenya rush to the kitchen to see my mom staring outside the window with her hands covering her mouth. She was completely frozen.
Tears were flowing down her face.
I walked up to her and wiped the tears from her face "go to bed mom" I say quickly. I don't want my mom to loose her mind.
My mom runs quickly to her bedroom while sobbing loudly.
I look out the window and see something terrifying.
A dead body.
But not just any dead body.
My sister... Quinn.
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Teen Fiction17 year old Kenya James always thought her life would be normal. She's overall very smart and had her life planned from beginning to end. At least she thought. All her plans become corrupted when the sun goes out. Now her only focus is to survive. (...
