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: life update, im moving. to....

colorado. 

which i personally think is bullshit, wtf is there to do in colorado. and its not even like, a place with a lot of people like denver or colorado springs. its some little mountain town called south something. so irrelevant i cant even remember the name. i could ramble abt how upset i am abt this for hours bc there probaly isnt even a hot goth dude club or something... anyways, will update soon. luv u!!!!

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@b4ts_danc3. whatever u do dont bring ur conformist cute ass to southpark. (and btw, there is a cute goth people club.) 

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@gingerbozley  southpark is.... interesting to say the least. id be happy to show you around when you get here !!

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FLEUR smiled at her phone as she got up off her bed. The only remaining thing remaining in her now empty room. At this point it was actually just a box spring and mattress on the floor.  She put her phone into the pocket of her skirt as her eyes slowly wandered around her currently bland room. A room in which the walls were once covered in posters, and pictures, a room which shelves lined each wall, and the shelves were covered in trinkets and books, and useless items the teenager could not bear to get rid of.  

 A look of sorrow fell over her face like a waterfall, as she looked at the room that was once filled with memories. All those memories were now packed into cardboard boxes, big plastic tupperware, and wrapped in newspaper. Memories like her baby pictures, from before the moved to the states. 

The truth is, Fleur didn't want to leave Brooklyn, she didn't want to leave her friends, she didn't want to leave her favorite skating rink, or her favorite spot in the tiny cafe that sat on the corner of Starr Street. But no. Her mom just HAD to get a job offer from the hospital down in some random mountain town in Colorado. 

A tear fell down her cheek, she ran her hands across the pastel pink walls, that she had to beg her mom to paint.  She looked down at the little doodles that Fleur had made when she was 8, of little eyeballs, and hearts, and stars, and anything a creative little girl could figure out how to draw. More tears fells as she saw as her art got better on her walls, this time she looked at a painting of a mermaid she did when she was 12, and so on and so on. 

She pulled her phone out and snapped a picture. 

"Honey! Time to go. Get in car, I wait! Cossette is in car, don't let her overheat!" Fleurs mom, Vivienne, called up the stairs, in broken English with a heavy French accent. 

Fleurs family had moved to the states when she was 2, and her little sister Cossette was 5 months old. They left France after her parents got a divorce, and her mom won full custody. 

Fleur walked towards the stairs, wiping the salty liquid that leaked from her eyes. She grabbed the railing, the same railing her would use like a beam to hold onto as she would try to practice "ballet" on the stairs, which was really just her propping her leg up on the rail and posing her arms above her head. 

She looked at the white cream walls, that once were covered in the most beautiful floral wallpaper, that Fleur begged her mom for weeks, not to rip it off, but stopped when she was given a new phone. 

She walked down the stairs and stood in the living room. 

                  in.... and out 

 and to a new home she went, she got in the passenger seat, buckled up, and prepared for a 23-hour long drive, with a hotel stop on the way. 

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MICHAEL sat in the booth at the diner, next to Pete, Henrietta and Firckle were absent from the get together, they would be an hour late due to Henrietta taking the baby bat to some band practice he had which was out of town. HIs own parents disapproved of the band, and since it was out of town the absolutely refused. 

The tall goth boy sat stalking the insta of the soon to be new girl in town. She was interesting, her whole page was just pink, and the occasional meme of wanting an opposite aesthetic boyfriend. Which Michael thought was odd. Even though he would normally hate people like this, there was something enticing about this girl, something that made him think she wasn't a conformist. While thinking about that he made a mistake

He liked a post from 2 months ago. 

"Ah fuck me..." he muttered. Pete looked up from his notebook, in which he was doodling and writing, he looked at Michael with a look of confusion. 

"What did you do dude?" he asked as he took a sip of coffee. "god why are you stalking that conformists page, she's nothing special. " he followed up. 

"I liked a post of hers from the months ago!" he sighed " This Fleur chick is moving into town soon. I don't know there's something about her, look at her most recent post..." he spoke quickly, shoving his phone into Pete's hands, so he could gander at the post she made 2 hours ago. 

"Look man, she's probably just another conformist bitch who wants a boyfriend of the opposite aesthetic, for cutesy little pictures, and shell put no effort into any of your interests." Pete insisted "and look, that Brofloski kid is  her comments, offering to show her around. and it looks like YOU are flirting with her, in her own comment section, tsk tsk tsk." he said condescendingly. 

                                                     Michael spoke, 

                     "shut up poser." 

The two friends giggled as Pete went back to drawing, and Micheal looked down at his phone, smiling. This new girl is going to be fun.