Waves Washed My Life

Waves Washed My Life

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So my name is Cara and I been like living in this beach house for like my entire life. Its a centered hot spot for parties and get togethers one my mom and dad died I thought I could do anything so I did. with this old house its not like anyones gonna stop me. My brother is 21 and Its not like he gives a whooping crap about what I do with my life If it wear my option we'd be staying up till 12:00 although I'm only 18 I'm a high fashioned crop-top, booty shorts kind of girl that lets all dudes know "Hey Hotties I'm single" Life on the beach can be scary though cause like one time I was just walking down the street and next thing you know this magician had my bra in his hand. So to sum it all up my life is cra-cra but I can handle it. Just like any other big girl could with this much E N E R G Y !
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"Mom!" I yell unattractively and begin to go to the living room that is by the stairs. I walk into there with my body slumped and notice something. We have company and I had five pairs of eyes on me. I straighten up and look at the bodies of whom the eyes belong to. One being my mom, her brown straight hair in a ponytail, nicely dressed, and wide eyed. Another is my brother, seven years old, blond tousled hair, he is also wearing something nice. Then I find three pairs of new eyes. One a women who has blonde curly hair, a female child also with the same hair, and then a highly attractive male who looks about my age. Seventeen. Malia is just like any other girl, goes to school, has friends, and makes new friends. This "highly attractive" male is her new neighbor. What happens when they begin talking? What happens when they become close? What happens when one of them get seriously hurt? "We are neighbors. We were meant to be neighbors."

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