American Beautiful

American Beautiful

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"I saw that girl in a mirror once, With a boy like that in a cloud of dust, I think they look like a lot like us, Cause we are, we are, we are, Ooh, ooh, ooh, We are a little unusual, Ooh, ooh, ooh, We are American Beautiful" -American Beautiful, Then Henningsens "So, what are you doing in this town anyways?" Asked Mr.Im-to-handsome-for-a-shirt "Well..." I hate telling this story it makes me mad every time I think of it. "My mother had plans to go to Europe and she wouldn't let me stay home so she shooed me off to my cousins house and that's why I'm here. I don't know why you're here helping me though." I watch as Stoney takes my bags out of the back of his pick up truck and walks me up to the house. I don't know this house I don't even remember my cousin. Great.
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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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