DISCONTINUED / NO LONGER WRITING
❛ and its new, the shape of your
body, its blue the feelin' i got and
it's ooh, whoa-oh. it's a cruel summer.
and it's cool, that's what i tell 'em. no
rules in breakable heaven, but ooh,
whoa-oh. it's a cruel summer...
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𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 / 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗑 ❛kooks versus pogues. ❜
STELLA GROANED asthe loud banging her stirred her awake from her slumber. She threw her head under her pillow, hoping if she ignored it it would go away. Unfortunately for her, it never did.
The girl threw a hoodie over her head before walking to the door. She rubbed her eyes as she exited her room and walked down the hall. She froze at the sight of Sheriff Peterkin at her door. Quickly, the girl opened the door. "Sheriff Peterkin, uh, good morning. Is everything alright?"
"Actually, I was lookin' to speak with you and your brother," Peterkin said as her eyes scanned the teenage girl's state. From her tangled hair down to her bare feet. "DCS called."
Stella through her head back in a groan before opening the door and stepping aside. "I'll grab him. Feel free to make yourself at home.
Peterkin nodded as she stepped inside the house, eyeing it up and down. Truthfully, the house was just what you would expect from two teenagers living on their own. Beer bottles and cans scattered around, clothes and shoes lying on the floor and furniture, open boxes and bags of chips, even an unfinished blunt or two JJ had left behind.
As Stella retreated back into the hallway for her brother, she tried to clean up. She thew opened her brother's door, just to see him lying on his stomach with his eyes open, as if he had just woken up from a bad dream. "We have a visitor," she said as she pat his back.
John B let out a groan before he sat up, following his sister out.
"Sorry to break in like this, but DCS called." Peterkin said as the two teenagers made their way back into the main room of the house. "They wanted me to check on y'all. See how you're doin'. So, how are you, besides the—" Peterkin motioned toward her eye, where John B had a black one.
John B nodded as Stella collect empty beer bottles. "Oh, no. We- we're great! Yeah, fantastic. Uh... thanks for comin' by."
"I'm so glad to hear you say that, John B, but I heard a few things that worried me. Let me see if I can remember. Oh yeah, one of the things I heard is that your Uncle Teddy," she reached for a picture, adjusting it, "you're guardian, hasn't been in the state for three months."
Stella shook her head, "No, no. That's not true. He was here last week-"
"You don't need to say anything, Stella. I know it's true. I called the school." Stella cursed under her breath. Shehated that school. "They said you two used to be good students, now, you're failin' all your classes."
Stella watched nervously as the woman sniffed one of JJ's previously smoked blunts. John B quickly shook his head. "No, no," he explained, starting to help Stella clean up, "I'm only failing one, and it's history. The dude's a dick, he's out for me—"
