Lol I may be the stupidest person in the world. In all my works everything I thought I posted didn't actually post. Wattpad said it posted and then I checked on it and I found out that it didn't.
I'm so so sorry y'all
-PGM
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"Alex calm down!" Bianca yells, stopping me in my tracks. Wow. She never yells. This is new.
I stand there staring at her with my jaw practically on the floor.
(A/N: lol her face rn be like: 😮😮😮😮)
"......"
"Sorry. You were spiralling again." The look on her face was apologetic as she said that, but I was still speechless due to the fact that I had just heard her yell for the first time ever.
"Uhm..."
She walks over to me and hugs me. I tense up. I don't like being touched. I haven't told her that though. I know how she would react. She would get very sad.
"We need to go to the police station and talk to the police, they asked me to find you, because they know that you won't go with them. They want to know exactly what happened, I told them what I could, but we both know I can't remember it as well as you do."
"I won't go" I tell her.
"What?!? Why? Anything you say, even if you don't think it's important can be useful!"
"BECAUSE THE LAST TIME I WAS AT A POLICE STATION, MY WHOLE FAMILY HAD JUST DIED!!" I scream at her, and she recoils, taken aback by how I just screamed in her face. "Sorry, I need another cigarette."
"Cigarette? When did you start smoking again?" She asks me. Oops. I didn't mean for her to find out.
"I-" I sigh. "I kinda never stopped..."
SLAP!!!
I put my hand to my cheek and stare at her.
"YOU TOLD ME YOU STOPPED SMOKING! AND NOW YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU NEVER ACTUALLY STOPPED?!?!?!?!?!" She screams at me while I stand there, still shocked that she slapped me. She hates violence, like, with a passion.
I finally snap out of my daze, glare at her, and then turn on my heel and storm out of the room. She can go fuck herself for all I care. Once I get to my room, I slam and lock the door, and move to my closet to find my stash.
Once I get it out, I light a cigarette, and try smoke my worries away.
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Teen Fiction"It's too late!" She yelled at me. "They're dead! Now come on we have to go or we will be too!" She grabbed my hand and pulled me along as we ran as fast as we could away from the raging fire. __________________ Alex and Bianca were having a sleepov...
