TITLE: Damage Control
GENRE: Young Adult
I don’t hate them. They probably didn’t know that house was my inheritance. Or that it was the last thing that kept me from going completely insane. But now the Bakers had crossed the line. They legally stole my house and inherited a paparazzo, hell-bent on their downfall.
“Lena, what are you doing on the roof?” my younger sister asked.
I dropped the camera lens from my face, and glanced down at Ivy, who looked incredibly out of place in her skull tank, ripped jeans, fishnet stockings, and dark make-up against the wooded backdrop. She had her hands on her hips and was frowning. Shifting my weight to one side, I tried to shove the camera behind my back, nearly losing my balance on top of our garage. Even though this part of our house was only one story, the collision with the concrete driveway underneath was not very high on my to-do list.
“Taking in the view?” I answered.
“Not spying on the neighbors?”
Only on their moving van.
“No,” I said, holding up my camera. “If I were, I wouldn‘t be using this.”
Though it’d been working pretty well for the past few hours. Ivy threw her weight to one side, narrowing her eyes.
“Oh come on,” I yelled. “They went into their van over three hours ago. They haven’t even come out for air.”
“Ever think they don’t want an audience?”
“It isn’t like they can see me.”
“Right, because standing on the roof isn’t obvious…”