I look out the window of the plane I was forced on. It Was heading West, to California. My mom and dad thought it'd be a good idea to put me in a private school be cause my actions. I couldn't believe them! Sending me to a snobby private school with a bunch of snobby rich white people. Damn and Eric told me he couldn't do the "long distance" thing.
When I board off the air plane and go get my luggage. A short blonde lady had a white sign with KAYLA written in dark blue glitter glue. I paste a fake smile and walk towards her.
"Hey! Aunt Phran!" I cheer
She greets me with a big hug, that I'm not so faun of. She smells like roses and has too much makeup caked on her face. She takes my duffle bag from me and directs me to her small pink convertible.
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Teen FictionShe has so much hurt, so much has happened to her. Kayla Phillips moves to sunny California with her perfect Aunt, goes to a perfect white school with perfect people. Only thing is that she isn't perfect, and it shows
