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*This is my first story, I hope you enjoy. Comment what you think, I'm really new to this so I just really hope you enjoy it.*

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[Paris' picture is in the media]

{ 3 a.m }

"Paris?! Is that you?" my mother screamed up to me.  "Get back down the stairs right now! Who in Jesus' name do you think you are coming in at 3 in the morning like you're grown?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Mother you're being dramatic again. I'm 17, almost 18."

She squinted at me through her glasses. "Girl, I don't care how old you are . Now this is the third time I have told you to get your butt home at a decent hour. What's your excuse this time, huh?"

I shrugged my shoulders. She looked at me again practically burning holes through my face. Good thing looks don't kill.

"I lost track of the time," I mumbled.

"Oh you lost track of time for the fourth time this week huh? Well isn't that just great," she said sarcastically.

"Look, I apologize. Won't happen again." I put my hands up in the air as if I was getting arrested then turned on my heel and headed up the stairs.

"Oh I know it won't Paris, because I'm going to make sure of it."

I stopped in my tracks then did a entire 360 back down the stairs.


"You're not going on the family vacation this summer with your father, brother, and I. You're going to stay with your grandmother and help out at the diner."

My face dropped with sadness and fury quickly took its place.

"Are you freaking kidding me?! I'm not going down there. To Alabama? Mom, come on. I'm supposed to be spending most of the summer in the Hamptons with my bestfriends. You know that!"

"Well maybe you should have thought about that this school year when you were doing all those things. I've had it up to here with you Paris. I can't take it any more," my mom replied shaking her head at me.

"Mommy please," I tried to beg instead. It always worked before.

"No, its not gonna work this time. You got arrested last month for shoplifting with your little friends and we caught that little boy sneaking into your window," she yelled.

"We didn't do anything. And I thought you said you would let the shoplifting thing go!"

"I am letting go. And giving it to your grandmother. You leave in two days. Go upstairs and get to bed, and in the morning...get packing."

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