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Chapter 1, Part 1.
It was the first day off summer, I woke up and went to open my curtains, and I guess that’s a good thing living near a beach in California. I walked downstairs to find my mom feeding my baby sister, I’ll tell you a bit about my life.
I’m Georgia, I’m 16 years old. I live in Santa Monica in California. I spend most of my time at the beach surfing or skateboarding. I love hanging out with my friends at the beach and mall. I love boys, especially since I there are loads of good looking boys at the beach. I have 2 sisters, Annabelle who is 19 years old and Connie who is 4 months old, I have 1 brother who is Annabelle’s twin, he is called Braxton. I live with my mom and dad, we’re quite rich but we’re not stuck up. Anyway back to the story.
I poured myself some cereal into a bowl. Braxton was using the milk. I sighed looking at what Braxton was doing.
“I guess you have to see if you’ve got milk before you pour out your cereal” he said sticking his tongue out. He used the last bit of the milk; they would of being enough if it wasn’t for him drinking it.
“MOM, BRAX STOLE THE LAST BIT OF MILK!” I said staring at him. He hates been called Brax, he said he’s going to change his name, to something normal.
“Shut up” he said throwing the milk carton at me. I bobbed my head down but it still hit me on the head. Ugh, I hate brothers.
“Stop acting like 6 year olds, you two!” mom said from the lounge where she was feeding Connie, “Take $5 out of my purse and go to the shop.” I looked at Braxton.
“I’m not going, you’re the one who needs milk” He said standing up, but he was the one who was dressed. Ugh, liked I said I hate brothers. I got up and went upstairs to get dressed; I put on my white shorts, pink Hollister shirt, I went in the bathroom to wash my face and apply my moisturiser, I went back in my bedroom and applied my make up, I only put on mascara, eyeliner and lip gloss. I put on my flip flops and got a bag and filled it with my purse, cell phone. I grabbed my money out of my mom’s purse and walked to the store. I went to the dairy section; I grabbed the milk and went to pay for the milk before a boy grabbed my arm.
“Get off” I said pulling my arm, I walked off, I gave my milk to the women behind the cashier, I smiled at her and gave her the $5, I got $1 back.
“Thanks” I said walking off, I walked out. I wonder who that boy was who pulled my arm, maybe he had mistaken me for someone else.