What happens when your Mum dies.
Your Dad has depression.
You have depression
One of your younger sisters has anxiety?
What do you have left?
*Cover made by @[CorkyPorkyღ]


5. Getting prepped.

Selena's P.O.V;

"Sel, you nearly done?" Brittany asked through the wardrobe door, "Yeah" I muttered while straightening my snapback. I opened the door too find Brittany and Cody in their pyjama's. "We have an ensuite" I reminded them, "Or clothes are in there" Stated Cody before shutting the door behind her leaving Me and Brittany standing pointlessly in the middle of the room. She looked my outfit up and down, "Good luck getting that past Nemo" She laughed, "I don't give a flying Smurf what he thinks of my outfit. He don't like it, Too bad so sad." I smiled sarcastically as Brittany shrugged, "Okay but good luck" She yawned. I took one last look at my outfit, grabbed my bag and went too meet Dad and Nemo in the lounge room. This is my outfit:

Cody's P.O.V;

I must admit Selena's game wearing that. Nemo isn't exactly, let's say, 'Fond' of short jean shorts. Especially when they're ripped and have studs on them. But let's hope he shrugs it off. It's kind of funny. Today's meant too be a school day. But instead the 5 of us are gonna be in the city warning Dad about the Canon Rebel and cruising through a roller coaster screaming at the top of our lungs. And lookin' pretty damn beautiful if I do say so myself. My outfit I'm not too sure about it. But hey who really cares. It'll do. I'm actually not that fussed about my appearance half the time. I never make an effort too dress up. This is the most dressed up I'll get:

Brittany's P.O.V;

I don't think words can describe how fearless Selena can be. But that's her style. Tomboy (ish). Oh well I'm not looking forward too the response I'm gonna get. Somehow I don't think Dad's gonna feel strongly about my outfit. But he said we could wear what we want. So I took advantage of this opportunity. I mean yeah I admit; My jeans aren't too appropriate and my shirt well that leaves a lot to be desired. But mehh who gives. If Dad didn't like them then why'd he let me buy them?

"Britt hurry up I wanna beat traffic" Dad whined from the lunge room. I rolled my eyes and tied the laces on my vans. Well here goes. Time to hit the big smoke and hopefully without the presence of a Canon Rebel lurking with us. Who am I kidding? It'll never happen. He takes the horrid thing everywhere. Unfortunately. Hope it likes this get up. 'Cause that's what it's gettin':


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