OOC: PLEASE READ!!!
1. I prefer 3+ sentences per post
2. I'm not super active to warn you but I will post at least once a day.
3. The plot goes something like this to start:
Layla(my character, yay) is bummed out because teenager drama. She has a childhood friend that moved away but, surprise, surprise, turns out to be moving in with Layla and her mother. (Due to financial reasons, her mother opened her house open.) The plot can go where it ends up from this point on
4. You may use "extra characters" if you want.
5. Um, for funsies, do this so I can see you actually read this:
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How could I trust anyone at this point?
Those words lingered in Layla's head as she watched snow softly drift to the ground. It had already covered the area in a thin white sheet. She stuck her tongue out and a few flakes landed, melting quickly. It cheered her up, reminding her of her childhood.
Layla remembered her best friend. They stuck together like two peas in a pod. The park, the pond, the bakery. Eating tasty donuts from the bakery was the most fun. She couldn't remember what kind of donuts they bought though.
She sighed as she remembered this. She sighed at the reason she was remembering this. People were so unreliable and fake these days. Her supposed best friend had been spreading unbelievable lies about her and plenty of others. Another close friend hardly talked to her anymore, never listened to her when she needed someone to talk to.
She was done. Not done with life, but done with making friends.
Why couldn't they be like the memories with her old friend?
Those were great.
Her phone vibrated in her pocket. Her mother was likely texting her, as she now realized how late it was.
Home, NOW, I thought I explained that we had guests coming.
She was going to get chewed out for this. Sighing, Layla trudged back home slowly but surely. As she approached her house, an unfamiliar car sat in the driveway. As she went to open the door, it swung open and she was greeted by her mother. "Quickly, quickly."
Pulling her into the house, she rushed to the kitchen, leaving Layla to herself.
