Hope POV🌈🌸🎂
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I was going into the kitchen as I started to hear SiSi yelling. Teenagers are so bipolar. I peeked my head around the corner and saw her on the phone. After she hung up her eyes started to fill with tears. Well Hope to the rescue.
Me: *walks in the kitchen* Hey, sissy.
SiSi: *wipes eyes* Hi.
Me: No need to hide your tears I already saw them.
SiSi: *looks down*
Me: You gonna tell me what's wrong.
SiSi: I- *sighs* You're 5 you won't understand.
Me: I always try.
SiSi: Nah. I'm okay. No need to worry.
Me: Okay...
I looked outside the window and saw Tyla walking down the street.
Me: *gasps* Look! It's Tyla!
SiSi: *smiles* Yes! Let's go.
We both ran to the door but was stopped by the sound of Moms voice. You know that voice all parents do. The one that scares you to death.
Mom: WHERE YALL GOING?!
SiSi: *closes eyes and groans* Outside.
Mom: FOR WHAT?!
SiSi: To live! To be children!
Mom: DONT GET SMART!
SiSi: *sighs*
Mom: Leave your phone here!
SiSi: I wasn't taking it!
Mom: Okay bye! Have fun! Be careful!
SiSi: Bye. *opens door*
Me: Bye, Mommy!
SiSi: Come on.
Me: *walks out the door*
SiSi: *follows me and slams door*
Me: *jumps*
SiSi: *sighs and rolls her eyes*
This girl is crazy... Tyla was crossing the street until we called her.
SiSi: Tyla!
Tyla: *turns around and smiles*
We ran to her and she gave us both hugs. She seemed really happy.
SiSi: Why you so happy?
Tyla: Guess who's going to UCLA next year!
SiSi: *gasps* Congratulations!
Me: What?
Tyla: *laughs* It's a college.
Me: So...
Tyla: It's school.
Me: What's so good about school?
SiSi: She's got a point.
Tyla: *sighs and shakes head* Y'all so young.
Me: How old are you?
Tyla: 17.
SiSi: Well I'm turning 17 next month.
Tyla: So your a baby.
SiSi: *laughs*
Tyla: You been crying?
SiSi: *stops laughing* Uh yeah.
Tyla: You okay? *concerned*
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Twisted Truth (Completed)
Teen FictionSierra Moore...She's 17 years old trying to find some good in this twisted world. With her alcoholic and abusive father always on her she doesn't know what the good life is. With no friends by her side she is all alone in Atlanta. Or so...
