Author's Note: So I've just been thinking about a lot of stuff, you know? School's almost out and I have two guys fighting over me...drama stuff. So I'm just gonna take a breather awhile and write a new story. I really don't feel like updating on anything else, but I will. Eventually. So if I get atleast ten comments/reviews I'd add another chapter. Lots of Love.
In Her Shoes
"Mom!" A angry brunette stormed into her mothers room; holding a phone in her hand. Connie, her mom, stopped packing and looked at her daughter in utter confusion. Her eyebrows arching together.
"What's the matter?" Connie asked, worried expression wisking over her features.
"What's the matter is that I recieved a text, saying that I'm staying at the Cooper's residence?" Sony threw her arms in the air. Even though she was normally a happy person, she was scary when she is mad. Beyond scary; frightening.
Her mom's mouth formed an o-shape. "Yeah, about that. You know Greg? Well he's taking me to the Bahama's and you'll be staying at Chad's." Sonny's eyebrows furrowed deeply. She despised Greg with an absolute passion. Now he's taking her own mother away? Bastard.
"Why? Can't I stay at Tawni's?" Sonny pleaded, begging her mom to change her mind.
"That wild girl. No way." Connie shook her head in disgust; obviously not liking the fact that her daughter was friends with such a, a girl who let loose half the time.
"But-"
"No but's missy, you are going to Chad's whether you like it or not." Her voice was sharp, but firm. All she wanted was to have a tight leash once in awhile.
"Fine!" The poor girl slammed the door behind her and ran into her room. Jumping onto the puffy pillows that laid upon her bed; muffling a scream in utter mortification. This couldn't be happening to her. It couldn't. Sonny started to slap her face, considering that it was just a dream. But it wasn't. It was reality.
And in reality, she would be staying at the guy she hated the most house, while her Mom was on one-hundred thousand miles away; on some fucking island.
Holy shit.
