We just moved into our Newhouse near the beach somewhere In California. We just finished unpacking our boxes yesterday. I'm lying down on my pink comforter on my teal bed thinking about how in the world senior in high school is going fit in at a new school across the country. My thoughts are rudely interrupted when my seven year old little brother Cameron barges into my room. " What? No. Layla Sysco picket simply would never ever keep her room like this." He says. Now I'll admit my room was a hot mess. What had once been a nice neat room now has clothes thrown all over the room, pizza slices on the floor and my skateboard was where my pillows should be. "MMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!!" Yelled my little brother then dashed down the hall. The little snitch. However I'm in track, I dash down the hall at full speed. But by the time I get to the room my little brother had already told on me and my mom flashed a dirty look at me.
"Let's see how your room looks." My mom walks down the hall takes one look at my room and her jaw drops. "LAYLA SISCO PICKET GET YOUR BUT IN HERE!" Oh crap.
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What Family Means to Me
Ficção AdolescenteThis is the story of Layla picket. A girl who can act sweet one minute and like a brat the next. But this is the story of how she came to appriceiate her family when she was too close for comfort to losing them.
