I woke up feeling, well kind of happy for once. It felt weird to me because that strange Cam dream only happened like four days ago. I searched through my closet. I found a see through shirt, and some really short, shorts. I shrugged. I slipped on my black bra, and put on the shirt. The shorts felt comfy. I could get used to this life.
I walked out in the kitchen. Mom, must of left for work because she was no where to be seen. "What the hell are you wearing?!" Katie sarcastically groaned. "What?" I commented back. "Don't you think it's a little, um, sluty? I mean, won't you get caught or get trouble by your teachers? Or worse, mom?" I shook my head, and giggled. "I'll just say what other girls my age say, 'Oops. I didn't know it was see-through. Tee-hee!' And its nothing bad, Katie." I giggled. "Marisol did that in grade 9. She wore something you wouldn't believe. She regretted it ever since." My sister taunted. Then she took a deep sigh. "Is this about Cam or Zig?" I looked at her funny. "No? It has nothing to do with them. I want to dress openly!" Katie rolled her eyes. "I'm just trying to protect you, Maya. Now, through on something different." She acted like my guardian. "But-" I begged. "Now Maya!" I stomped into my room and slammed the door.
I didn't want to listen to my annoying sister. Not anymore. I through on a sweatshirt over my 'sluty' clothes. I will prove to everyone I'm not the grieving ex-girlfriend to the dead kid. Because, I'm not grieving at all. I walked out of my room. "Sorry Katie. Sorry I was so rude." I faked my apology. "Okay. Let's go." We headed out the door and started to walk. I quickly put on bright red lipstick. I will prove that I hate Campbell. Today, I will prove that I am not grieving.
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Flashbacks (On Hold)
Teen FictionMaya is still grieving over Campbell. She tells her story about how she dealt with it. And the other story of meeting another guy, named Miles Hollingsworth. (Cover made by me)
