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l." She heard her mom say as she passed her door to go into her younger bro
d and shoo
ght that she would finally have some peace, but now it looked like she was starting to regret her decision to be happy. It wasn
d not from a rich family, but because her grades were perfect, and her father and the
or her. She just hoped that this new school wouldn't be the same. Sighing, or more like groaning, she stood up from the bed, throwing the cover aside and putting down her feet on t
during rainy seasons, so she would always make he
. She didn't want her mother to come to yell at her again for the second ti
that came with it, she hated rushing around the house to look for things or get ready, as long as rushing
her hair with shampoo. Thankfully, they had arrived in town a week before and she had been able to unpack everything so
ke she was looking for attention but that wasn't the case. She didn't want any attention, and she would like as less people as possible to notice her, so she switched the leather jacket for a hoodie instead, a midnight blue color, and then she walked with the clothes back in her hand to d
nly thing that wasn't plain about her were her eyes, a spring forest green color, and she loved how intense they looked. At her former school though, she usually avoided wearing gree
g room and walked to kiss her dad on the ch
ther's reaction to such a greeting. She would roll her eyes with a grunt and
morning. You sure
o brothers and was older than them by four and eight years respectively. Cameron was thirteen while Camden wa
en. Looking at him, she said. "Hey, buddy. Have you taken your assignme
e. Chloe would have helped, but her mother had stopped her from cooking. She said it was better to do the cooking on her own to be a better mom and closer to her family. Her mom was a doctor with few hours at home and most hours in the hospi
or Camden, then she grabbed her fork and started to eat. She needed to be on
one off the table, she said. "Bye Dad, bye Mom. Cams, bye.