The day care.

The day care.

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Someone knocked the door,then came in,that must be one of my mom's costumer. "Hello?" Unfamiliar voice yelled. "IN THE KITCHEN." I yelled back, I was making pancakes,since I'm hungry. "Hey-woah,who are you?and where is Nina ?" I turned around and I saw a hot guy,with cute little baby, he was staring at my legs,I looked at what I am wearing,shit he's gonna think I'm slut since im wearing a boy's shirt with my short shorts,I snapped my fingers and he stared at me. "Excuse me,but my face is here." I said and smiled. "Oh,sorry who are you?" He asked. "I'm nina's daughter, my mom went on a vacation with my dad,what can I help you with?" I asked and raised my eyebrow. "Oh,this is Sam,Nina usually takes care of him,but oh well,I'm leaving." He said and was about to go. "No!im taking my mom's place." I said and smiled. "Okay,here's sam." He said and handed sam to me. "I'll pick him at 8." He said and left.
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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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