Polaroid

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My aunt isn't the nicest person ever. At least to me. I kind of feel like Cinderella, you know mean step mom and step sister(s). But I don't have to stay here long which is good because I can barely stand another day with her. "Kylie come here a minute" her voice is raspy. Her skin is wrinkled, her teeth are yellow. You can tell she smokes. I gradually make my way done the stairs and there she stands with a few papers in her shaky hands. She sits me down at the dinning room tables and hands me a pamphlet. It's for the boarding/privet school she's sending me too. It looks actually nice. Like really nice. "You still have your mothers camera don't you?" She says in a low voice. It takes me a minute to find my words. "Y-yeah" I don't usually stutter by this time I did. "Ok because I'm not buying you a new one" she said it very arrogantly, like she's not gonna buy one even if I need it. "Ok go start packing now" I run up the stairs. I mean I run so fast I almost trip. I never unpacked my bags so this will be easy.

I see kids walking done the side Walsh and sitting out side. Some are playing football, some are skateboarding, some are just sitting there. It looks really nice. "I'm not walking you up so take these papers and give it to the principle. "Oh ok" I slam the car door and don't look back because I can feel her "go to hell" look burning through the back of my head. I walk a little faster and try to keep my head down but I know everyone is staring. I get to the office and hand him the papers and he gives me some papers back. He starts talking and for some reason his head reminds me of a cheeseburger with lettuce and tomatoes. His voice is high for a 47 year old male. Weird. He finally shuts his cheeseburger mouth and I get out of there as fast as I can but of course me being clumsy I ram into this tall hunky boy and I drop all my bags and I just, fall. He looks into my soul with those dreamy forest green eyes. He's wearing a Medium blue jersey that says Hawks #23 I guess he's on the school football team. That's nice he's probably going to be an ass hole jock. He reaches down his big hand and I lightly grab it. His grip is firm and his hands are rough. His eyes are still locked on mine. My heart is racing and my face feels flush. I feel like he's looking into my deepest secrets. I glance away to break the gaze. "S-sorry" I say looking at my torn shoes. A grin crosses his face and he lets out a little giggle. "You must be new, my names Gage." He picks up my bag and hands it to me. "My names Ky-lie.. Kylie" ugh I am making myself look dumb. He grins again "would you like me to show you around?" Me???? Oml YES. "Uh sure" he grabs my hand, why is he grabbing my hand?! When we get around the corner he lets go. His hands remind me of when my cousin rubbed sand paper on my hand.

Lol I'm stopping here because I WANT TO.