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𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙊𝙒,𝙎𝙑𝙄𝙀𝙒
of the world was altered. Johnny made Willow believe that there was more to the world than just snobby, rich assholes and egotistical Greasers. He gave her a reason for living, for everything. It was like how people believed in god because he gave them a sense of purpose, he gave them hope. Johnny was her religion, whether she wanted to admit it or not.
"Willow! Get down here!" Willow's mother yelled to her, snapping her back to reality and keeping her from continuing to daydream. Willow groaned, removing her floral covers and sliding on a pair of pants.
As she walked downstairs and into the living room, she saw her mother sitting at the couch with her head leaning on her hand, a wine glass in the other. "Yes?"
"I need you to uh.. go to the store. Anna uh.. she's not feeling well.. so"
"You can't go?" Willow asked confused, walking to her side and looking at the black screen on the TV before looking back at her mother's drained expression. Her mother then took out a cigarette from the package beside her, leaving the carton empty. She placed the cancer stick between her lips, taking out a match and striking it against the box, holding the flame to the end. She exhaled as she pulled the cigarette away, filling Willow's nose with the smell of nicotine.
"Willow.. don't do this right now, okay? I asked you to do something so could you please just-" Her mother waved her hand around cigarette with her eyes closed. "And get some more cigarettes for me please"
Willow nodded, biting her lip before walking back up to her room. She skimmed through her closing, sighing deeply as she looked over her options. She often never cared what she wore, as long as it didn't look ugly she thought it to be acceptable. But now, she had other variables in the equation. If she happened to see Johnny, she wanted to make sure that she looked her best.. that she looked desirable. She slipped on a plaid blue dress that was hemmed with lace. She let her hair flow free, not wanting to do anything with it.
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After giving her outfit a check in the mirror, turning her body to look at herself from all angles, she walked back over to her closet and pulled out her roller skates. She walked downstairs, slipping on her mini white backpack. She began walking to the front door before her mother stopped her. "Willow" Her mother yelled over to her from the living room, waving her hand as if she were a dog.
