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☀Jasmine's POV☀

"Chace, thanks for the ride. I really appreciated it," I thank him as I came out his black car.

"Your car is fun," Tariq commented as he hugged Chace.

"Kiddo, you mean  I'm fun. Yes I know that. Thanks," Chace laughed out loud.

"Can you carry to my bed, please," Tariq asked making his cute puppy face.

"Why?"

"Because, I want someone to carry me."

"Alright."

We walked to the door and I was surprise. Hanna opened it.

WHAT!?

"What are you doing here?" I asked shocked, but she ignored me.

"Oh, my, Chace is here," she faked smiled at him.

Why can't she just smile like a normal human being?

"Hey, Hanna," Chace replied as he put down Tariq.

"I said carry me to my bed," Tariq cried.

"Fine."

The two boys went to up staris and this was my chance of talking to Hanna.

"Hann-" but she interrupted me and at that moment Kalila enter the kitchen. They giggled and rolled their evil eyes as usual.

Oh, please, every one CAN ROLL their DAMN eye!

"You're not living with us anymore," Kalila said proudly, rolling her eyes, again.

You're. Not. Living. With. Us. Anymore.

WHAT!?

"And why would I listen to you?" I asked in confidently way.

They both giggles, again.

What's so funny? God!

"No one asked you to listen to me, Lady. And yes, YOU. WILL. NOT.  LONGER. BE.  LIVING. THIS. HOUSE!" By now she was shouting.

She can waste her breath all she wants. I don't care.
Her dad, my uncle owns the house and there is no way I'm leaving.
She's only doing this because, Hanna is making her do this, and even if she is I still don't care. I will leave whenever I want.

"Whatever," I walked away but she grabbed my arm.

"Where you do think you're going?" She asked, but I ignored her, and she still didn't let go of my arm, and I slap her hand.

"I will call the caps, if you don't leave, NOW!"

  Caps! Funny! Hahah!

I laughed at that, forget about the damn caps, call Hitler or Obama!

There is no way on the side of Mississippi, I'm living this damn house.

"I swear, I will call the cops, if you don't leave."

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