The 'loving' school

The 'loving' school

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It was an early morning in L.A my mom and dad went on a business trip in Illinois so the maid got paid to 'watch' me. I dont know why im 17 and in highschool,I can take care of myself just fine. But I didnt mind the maid is 20 and hot. But anyway I was just starting another year at this 'peppy' school. I have a group to hang out with but its a rich people school not to far from my house, I just want to play this year by ear "Isabella" the maid called from the kitchen. "time for breakfast" I got out the shower and put on a towel ,not bothering to get dressed because I just wanted to grab a plate then go back to my room. She looked at me then looked back down to the stove. She giggled then flipped the pancakes.I walked to her and grab her hips,she moved away and said,"stop flirting with me already " "what the hell are you talking about I said kissing her back. She looked at me and smiled.
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"Felix, we're moving ," she didn't say it quite like that but it was all I got from that conversation, I was shocked, and who wouldn't this so sudden I felt my whole being freeze up , how could she do this, I thought, I just started my junior year of High School and already a freak there. I already I have a hard time making friends out of people I know, the two only friends I got seemed to have abandoned me, and my mother is thinking of putting me in a new environment with bunch of strangers? Yeah let's how that pans out, "When?" that's all I could ask, I looked at her, waiting for her to reply "This weekend," she answered, she knew I was upset, I could tell by how guilty she looked, but she had already made her decision and there was nothing I could do about it.

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