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Hi, the names Lilly. I woke up this morning in a rectangle room with two beds a small closet and bars on the windows. But my own pillow and blanket on the bed. Theirs a door with peeled red paint. I wiggle and twist the door knob. It doesn't budge until a few minutes later. It's a lady who looks like she's in her mid-twenties with bags under her incredible brown eyes dressed in scrubs with her dark hair in a braided bun. She's looks at me I must be a mess. Considering I look down and see huge blue sweet pants with black and white high tops shoes with a huge sweat shirt. "Ma'am?" I say nervously have just woken up not where I feel asleep. "Yes? Miss....." She pulls out a sheet of paper from a pocket in her scrubs. Looks at the room number then back at the paper. Then saying once more "Miss. Howler?". "W-w-where am I." I say slowly stuttering. The lady looks at me as I just ask the stupidest question anyone could ever ask. "You really don't know?" She says frowning. "Yes! I really don't know now would you please brother to tell me!!" I say extremely irritatedly towards the the lady. "Sweetheart." She's say sympathetically. "Your parents brought you to the asylum last night...........
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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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