Malia Sinclair, a sixteen year-old sweet girl who meets an eighteen year-old purity ring wearing good boy who happens to be the son of the Von Dover's and they also happen to be the owners of Von Dover Palms, a beautiful home/vacation place that has...
I woke up from the sun shining straight in my eyes through the curtains of the window.
I got up and I forgot that I was sleeping on a bunk bed so I ended up hitting the top of my head on the top bunk.
"Well that shit hurted" I whispered to myself and rubbed my head while getting up and walked towards the bathroom.
I saw that Mari was already in there doing her hair. She turned to look at me and smiled.
"I need to pee real quick." She motioned her head to the toilet as in saying yes and I did. And yes I'm peeing when she's using the bathroom, it's totally normal for my family.
"So that Ezra kid...he's the 'best friend'?" She said looking at me through the mirror as I was washing my hands.
"Yes sir" she just shook her head at my response not saying anything else after.
After she got out of the bathroom I quickly took a shower and got ready for the day. I ended up wearing a red/orange color dress with a black bikini under and paired it with black flip flops.
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^Malia's Outfit^
I grabbed my glasses before heading down stairs to eat breakfast. Once I got out the room, Timothée got out of his too making me mentally squeal because of what happened last night by the pool.
Timothée and I were sitting in the hot tub very peacefully when Ray came by and started having a conversation with us. Maybe like 3 minutes into the conversation I lied about needing to use the restroom just to purposely let them have some alone time to get to know each other. He still doesn't know that I did that on purpose. Hehe.
We had a little conversation about what happened yesterday while going down the stairs and stopped once we saw Ezra and Mari awkwardly sitting far away from each other and not talking.
"You two are the most talkative people I know, so what's wrong? Have y'all even said one word to each other?" They both nodded there head no, and I gasped in surprise.
"No no, this is not how this is going to be! You guys are about to spend the whole summer together and y'all are about to be family too, so come on... get talking." I walked up to the refrigerator and got out food to make.
Bronte, Mari, and I planned to go have a little picnic close to the playground area where all the kids are at and right next to it is a big grass field. We set a blanket on the ground and put everything down.
"Mal you fat ass you ate half of the sandwiches!" Mari giggled.
"I know my ass is fat, you don't gotta remind me." I said playfully whipping my hair to the side and looking at my behind.
