It's been a couple of hours, and I was still in the living room watching SpongeBob, but I wasn't really paying much attention. I was rethinking my decision on trusting Vanoss. I mean sure! He seems like a nice guy, but I learned that things aren't always what they seemed. I sighed, and got up from the couch to turn off the television, wondering if my friends are having the same problems. I sat back down on the couch, listening to the silence of the quiet living room. My mind begin to wonder how my friends reacted to their buyers, and if they trusted them more then my relationship with Vanoss. I was soon broken out of thought when a voice called my name. "Hey Cierra?" I looked up seeing Vanoss. "Hey Vanoss." I said, and watched him take a seat next to me. "You know, you don't have to call me Vanoss." He said. "Then what do you want me to call you then? Hoodini?" I asked. He laughed, and shook his head. "No. I mean you can if you want, but I would prefer Evan."
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I looked around seeing shirts, skirts, shoes, and undershirts of all colors. I picked out a couple of shirts, and one pair of black boots, and shoes. I turned around, and noticed a woman walking up to me. She had short blonde hair, and sky blue eyes. She also looked oddly familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. "Hi Cierra!" He squealed. I looked at her surprised. 'How does she know my name?!' I thought to myself. "Umm Hi, do I know you?" I asked awkwardly. Her smile widen. "Of course you do silly!" She giggled. "I'm Sierra Alexander! Remember? From second grade?" My eyes widen. 'After all these years she still remembers?' I smiled nervously. I didn't know why I was so nervous. "Oh right. It g-great seeing you again, Sierra." I lied. Even though we were only in second grade, she was a huge douchebag to me, my family, and my friends during the years she stayed. It also felt weird calling someone else a name that I'm
I looked around seeing shirts, skirts, shoes, and undershirts of all colors. I picked out a couple of shirts, and one pair of black boots, and shoes. I turned around, and noticed a woman walking up to me. She had short blonde hair, and sky blue eyes. She also looked oddly familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. "Hi Cierra!" He squealed. I looked at her surprised. 'How does she know my name?!' I thought to myself. "Umm Hi, do I know you?" I asked awkwardly. Her smile widen. "Of course you do silly!" She giggled. "I'm Sierra Alexander! Remember? From second grade?" My eyes widen. 'After all these years she still remembers?' I smiled nervously. I didn't know why I was so nervous. "Oh right. It g-great seeing you again, Sierra." I lied. Even though we were only in second grade, she was a huge douchebag to me, my family, and my friends during the years she stayed. It also felt weird calling someone else a name that I'm