14 year old Moria Richardson, Graduates High school early to move on to college. She lives with her grandpa and works as a crate stacker to afford, a meal. She gains a nickname in college "Moria The box stacker" She likes to play this game, she is r...
"Brat! You ruined my party!!!!!" Ella Screeched. I gave her a look.... "Brat? Is that all you got...?" Phoebe spoke... "Jenny Karolyn Paisley.... Step on it we're leaving!!!!" She opened her mouth again "Brat... Huh says the girl that owns a mansion...." "Ooooooh!" People were shocked that a short girl like Phoebe was that neat, man! To be honest I was to.
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"Now if you'll excuse me" She said in a cold voice "This brat has better things to do." "Wait bu- I!" I opened my mouth. "Your making a mistake!" Ella squeaked. Kaleb followed me. I followed Phoebe outside into the rain. "Hey, uh..." I said Nervously. "What do you need" she said still walking through the rain and, not looking at me. "Uh do you remember the, tough girl thing where you were like uh," I said crossing my arms to keep warm in the rain. "What about it?" She questioned. "You know...." I said "So, Friends?" She looked around and looked at me. She started laughing.... "Oh," she paused and cracked up again "You know," She paused and coughed "I do that to everyone..." I looked at her confused. "You thought I'd be friends with you? Really you don't need to." I looked at her with anger... "Dang, ME friends with YOU" she said. "NEVER!" She spoke one more time. She saw how infused with anger I was. "Oh you were serious...?" She sighed and wrote something on a piece of tissue. She slid the tissue to me and it read
