chapter 2

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This is a picture of Brooklyn. Enjoy.

Camri's P.O.V

I swear of god that bitch! "Go do this or im going to tell my mom!" Who gives a fuck about her or her mom. She wants me to do her Laundry.. "well then she will get her laundry done." "But not my fault if it gets done wrong! I said with a smirk." (Talking to my self). I walked into our room and grabbed all of her clothes not saying anything to brooklyn and walked out of the room. I walked out of our bedroom with all of her nasty clothes, and walked into the Landry room and put her clothes in the washer and put bleach in the washer to bleach her clothes (her clothes are colored clothes not white) I started the washer and left the Landry room with her basket and walked back into the room with a smile on my face.

Brooklyn's P.O.V

Camri walked into our room with a smile on her face with my Landry basket in her hands, damn I wish I didn't promise I wouldn't tell my mom if she did something to my clothes or if something went wrong with them! "Why the hell are you smiling?!?!" "No reason" camri said.. I know she did something to my clothes.. Sometimes I wish I knew how to work the washer and dryer! "Camri what did you do that is making you smile like that!?!" "Nothing, just got a text from a friend that made my day." She said. Whatever I said. I know she did something to my clothes cause I pissed her off earlier. But if she did do something to my clothes I can just still go tell my mom and camri will get in trouble and her mom is to weak to stand up for her to have my mom stop yelling at her.

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