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"Why on earth would I stalk you?" He cocks a brow at me.
This cocky fucker.
"How would I know?" This conversation is getting nowhere. It only exhausted and annoyed me.
"You should have checked the road properly before exhibiting the act...
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"I need everyone down here now!" My Mom's voice echoes furiously around the house, causing a very much needed eye roll to escape my eyes.
She hasn't been home for almost two weeks and now she's demanding the presence of her well-grounded, robotic and perfect children.
Great.
I look around my empty, vacant room in satisfaction. The air never felt so fresh and healthy. The few hazel-nut cardboard boxes of the things I need are already packed and ready to go.
"You were more like a cage than a room." I mutter, as my eyes travel round the room. I smile proudly, packing and arranging the last things I needed.
Brooke is laying on the bed, occasionally wagging his tail. I guess he's as happy as I am.
I have gotten all the pictures from the Darkroom— the one my Dad personally set up for me in the house and put all of them in one box.
I pick up my Black Canon Camera from on top my bed, giving it one last peck before carefully placing it in the box with the pictures and sealed it.
I stare at my previous paintings, examining them properly. I was suppose to bring them along with me but went against it after thoughts of contemplation.
The paintings look lifeless, meaningless and ordinary. My level of creativity and potential can produce the exact opposite of those.
I'm gonna re-connect with painting again in a better energy and surrounding anyway.
I can distantly hear noise coming from almost all areas of the house, due to the work they've been doing for almost three days now. With a tired sigh, I pick up a red college jacket from on top my bed, matching it with the blue mom jeans I have on.
My Inks on my left shoulder, ribcage and arms are showcasing themselves gracefully in the white crop tank top I'm wearing. I love showing them off, but I honestly don't need the drama from my Mom.
I know how critical she can be about tattoos. Well about everything in all honesty.
My phone chimes, indicating a message. I unlock the screen to see it's from Ross— my future ex-boyfriend. Well, it isn't even in the future, cause I'm gonna break up with him today.
Ross: Hey babe. See you at the party, can't wait to see you in a tight dress!
I roll my eyes at his expectant sickening behaviour. He's honestly the most irking person I know. I wonder why I stayed so long with him.
"Skylar!" I hear my Mom's voice boom through the walls of the house again, cutting through my thoughts. Why is she so damn loud?
After dipping my phone in my back pocket, I make my way outside.
