heyitzsai

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Kayle: 
          	"Shhhh! Shut up. OMG this is the best part!!" I look up from my legs jiggling up and down as I jog on the tread mill. Maya is having another episode. I refocus. My eyes find my tan legs again, and I press on. 
          	"Block her out, block her out," my brain hums. I keep running. I can't let this get to me.
          	Shawn: 
          	"...best part!" I hear Maya squeal from the basement. I roll my eyes, and press down three piano keys. 
          	Maya is my sister. She's two years younger than me and Kayle, but far more important in the eyes of, well, basically everyone. 
          	She's recently been scouted as a model, and she can't get enough of herself. She's watching the video from her first photo shoot as we speak. My family's a mess.
          	
          	I mean we're fine. We're just dysfunctional. 
          	Kayle stays in her room when she's not running on the treadmill, or at school. She and I used to be inseparable. Then her ex-bestfriend Olivia and I started liking each other. Olivia got pregnant. But I swear it wasn't me. She had a miscarriage. 
          	Kayle: I saw Olivia and my brother talking again today. It seems like forever since she broke my trust. She's so trashy. I still can't believe she let my brother get her pregnant--and lied about it. She says she was raped at a college party, but she's lying. She had to go to a lot of counseling. But I just can't believe it.

heyitzsai

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Kayle: 
          "Shhhh! Shut up. OMG this is the best part!!" I look up from my legs jiggling up and down as I jog on the tread mill. Maya is having another episode. I refocus. My eyes find my tan legs again, and I press on. 
          "Block her out, block her out," my brain hums. I keep running. I can't let this get to me.
          Shawn: 
          "...best part!" I hear Maya squeal from the basement. I roll my eyes, and press down three piano keys. 
          Maya is my sister. She's two years younger than me and Kayle, but far more important in the eyes of, well, basically everyone. 
          She's recently been scouted as a model, and she can't get enough of herself. She's watching the video from her first photo shoot as we speak. My family's a mess.
          
          I mean we're fine. We're just dysfunctional. 
          Kayle stays in her room when she's not running on the treadmill, or at school. She and I used to be inseparable. Then her ex-bestfriend Olivia and I started liking each other. Olivia got pregnant. But I swear it wasn't me. She had a miscarriage. 
          Kayle: I saw Olivia and my brother talking again today. It seems like forever since she broke my trust. She's so trashy. I still can't believe she let my brother get her pregnant--and lied about it. She says she was raped at a college party, but she's lying. She had to go to a lot of counseling. But I just can't believe it.