"Throw it in." I told Camila. We were playing with the goal my uncle made. It's just wood with this plastic square crate attached to it. Then that attached to the house garage. Camila brought the ball in between her legs and threw it up to the goal. "Hey!" My uncle yelled as the ball hit head. "Sorry sir!" Camila apologized. "Maybe we should do something else." I suggested. "Please." She said. "Girls its time to go inside. It's getting dark." My uncle said.
"Yes sir." We said and ran in. We went to Mani and I room. Lauren and Normani were in there gossiping. "Y/n get out. We're talking." Mani said. I shook my head and got in my bed. "It's my room too. Why don't y'all leave? Plus you know aunt Andrea not gone let me sit up there with grown folks." I said. Camila climbed in my bed and sat in front of me. "Ugh! Come on Lauren. We can talk in the living room." Mani said and dragged her friend out the room.
"So you live here with your aunt and uncle too?" Camila asked me. "Yeah. I've been staying here for three years now." I told her. "You don't have to tell me but why? Where's your parents?" She asked. "It's ok I don't mind. My dad died in war when I was one. And my mom is in prison for protecting me from her ex boyfriend." I told her.
"What happened to your parents?" I asked. Camila's expression turned saddened. "Hey it's ok. You don't have to talk about it." I told her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Thank you. I just don't like talking about it." She said. "Let's talking about something else. Like what do you want to be when you get older?" I asked. She smiled and seemed to be more happier. "I really want to be a teacher. I like helping people to help people. I also want to be a singer." She said. "Can I hear you sing?" I asked. Her eyes widened and shook her head. "I don't like singing in front of others." She said. "That's ok. Maybe one day you will." I said. "What do you wanna be?" She asked.
"Well I wanted to the president. But that'll never happen." I said. Camila frowned and raised an eyebrow. "Why not? I think you could do it." She said. "Thanks but white men would never allow a black person to be president. Let alone a girl. They'd have a heart attack just thinking of it." I said. "Well I still believe in you. Prove them wrong." She said. I smile and nodded. "Hey do you wanna be best friends?" Camila asked. I nodded making her smile and held out my hand. She grabbed it and shook it. "Forever." I said.
~Paradise
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The way you treated me (Camila/you) (Discontinued)
FanficY/n Hamilton. Younger cousin of Normani Hamilton. The year 1955. The death of emmitt till sparks anger and fear through out the black community. Parents making sure they do everything they could to keep their babies safe. Y/n goes the racist slurs a...