Hazel's POV:
Kali and I are having a dance party in my living room to our old playlist. Natalia and Caden are in the kitchen watching us. Probably wondering where they went wrong.
"I won't cry for you see, when you're gone I'll still be bloody maryyyy!!" She sings.
"Loveeee!!" I shout. Alyssa comes in with Mary. Bad timing. Oops.
"What's.. what's happening?" She asks.
"Um.. they're on their world tour. And right now.. they're in New York.." Natalia says.
"Gaga Gaga!" I sing.
"They're.. in New York."
"Yes. They had a whole opening band and everything," Caden says.
"I love Lady Gaga," Mary says.
"And how long have they been on tour for?"
"I don't know but I guess they're Billie. And Harry. And lady Gaga. And Halsey. And G-easy. And Ariana grande. I don't know," Natalia says.
"Oh and now they're Taylor!" She says.
"I'm so lost." Zoey, Lizzie, and Kat come in.
"You said the gun was mine! Isn't cool, no, I don't like you!" We sing.
"I can walk again!" Kat says.
"Look what you made me do!" I sing.
"Can you keep it down?!" One of my neighbors shouts, pounding on the door.
"This bitch!" I say.
"Ahh no ma'am!" Alyssa says, answering the door.
"I'm sorry. We'll turn it down."
"No we won't! Go somewhere if you want-" I say, getting in front of her. She gets in front of me again.
"We'll turn it down." She closes the door.
"No we won't!" I say.
"Yes, we will," she says.
"She's a fucking bitch! She had no right!"
"Hazel.." she shakes her head and turns the music down.
"What?!" I say.
"You need to go lay down or something come on-"
"Don't touch me, Alyssa."
"Hazel," Natalia says. I start looking for my keys.
"I fucking cannot with people. I can't. Everyone is so goddamn irritating, they can't let me be happy, I'm so fucking-" I open the door. My mother is standing there.
"Oh, wow! It's the bitch who started it all!" I say.
"Hazel," Kali says.
"I'm here for my daughter."
"You're not getting her!" I say. She barges in.
"Let's go Kat."
"No!" Kat says, crossing her arms.
"I'm your mother! You're going to listen to me!"
"You're not my mom!" She shouts.
"Yes I am! I birthed you! Let's go!" She says, grabbing her arm.
"Ow!! Let go of me! I don't want to go with you I hate it at your house! No!!" She screams.
"Let her go!" I say.
"Hazel get the fuck out of my way!" She shouts.
"No!" She tries to pull her arm away.
"Stop it!" I say.
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Behind Closed Doors
RomanceCollege is supposed to be about nothing but partying and preparing you for the rest of your life, right? Meeting the love of your life and your lifelong friends, it'll be smooth and easy, correct? Wrong. Well, wrong for 20-year-old Hazel Bridgette...
