Small Towns

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Side walks are nice, I guess. I mean they keep you off the road.
Cracks, broken pieces, stained. Its never perfect unless it's new. If its fresh pavement. This small town hasn't had new pavement in a while.
No one comes here and it seems like no one leaves. At least that's what I thought.
I've here my whole life, no much happens, we barley need cops. It reminds me of classic Christmas movies, like the small towns that you want to move to.
We have a salon, ice cream shop, cinema, and little restaurants here and there.  I live in the middle of it all, but its not much.
I turned my music up, listening to 'Invisible' by 5 seconds of summer. It's funny how much one song can tell your life story, right? I was walking home from work.
I opened the door and looking around,
"Mom?" I called out.
No answer, of course because when did my mom ever care right?
I walked over to the stairs, about to go to my room when I heard someone upstairs.
"Mom?" I yelled again.
Not even a noise.
I walked up a couple more stairs as quiet as I could.
Once I got upstairs, I looked around.
There was a single person. I walked into my room, changing into comfortable clothes and putting them in the hamper.
I flopped on my bed, feeling the soft material underneath me.
I hit my power button on my phone, the screen lit up to show me  beautiful brown eyes which belonged to the one and only Calum Hood. His perfect cheekbones and jawline, which had to be carved by God himself. He didn't even have to try hard to be perfect because no matter what, he was a angel. Not any ordinary person could be as perfect.
I unlocked my phone and checked twitter, everything was the same as usual, updates, some other tweets related to the boys and rumors. Life is boring around here, there's not a lot of people who talk to me, even though everyone knows everyone. I guess that's what I get though.
But anyways, my life, plain old, Charlotte Patterson.



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