Climbing in trees

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I woke up today feeling like today was gonna be different. I don't know why but I always felt like I had some sort of psychic power.
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      A little while later  I'm sitting in bed watching new girl on Netflix. Nothing different with that. The only bad thing about my "psychic" powers is I always know what's gonna happen next on the show. And that's not just cause I've seen them all before....

     After about 10 episodes I decided I need to go and talk to someone. My social life has seriously gone downhill when my mom told me the Netflix password.

    I go downstairs to fine my mom waiting for me with chocolate chip pancakes. Wow she knows me so well. But she had this weird look on her face. A look that I haven't seen her make in a while.

"What happened?"

"Nothing sweetie! Why can't I just make a nice breakfast for my daughter?"

"Cause you never do that."

"Why not start now?"

"Okay..."

I started to take a bite of my pancakes when...

"So I met a guy"

I choke on the pancake. I know that I should feel good for her but my dad died of cancer 5 years ago. I'm still not over it. She's known him longer, she has more memories with him, wouldn't you think it would take her longer to get over it.

"Isn't it a little early?"

"Honey, it was 5 years ago!"

"Yea but..."

"Your father would want me to fine someone else, he wouldn't want us to mope around for the rest of our lives"

"Umm.. Uhh.. Just give me a little bit of time to think about this."

I run out the door and head downstairs. I stop in the coffee house and get a iced chi tea latte. I'm so white.

I walk around in Central Park. Oh! Did I mention that I live in New York. Yea pretty cool huh? I live in a penthouse right above a coffeehouse. It's very friends like.

      As I walk in the park I see a bunch of girls crowding this one guy. In New York you see this a lot. Celebrities come here a lot and fan girls go crazy.

    I climb up a tree to see what was going on and who was being mobbed.

    I couldn't really see who it was. But I could make out that it was a guy with dark brunette hair. With a funky striped shirt on.

    Then some other girls ran up and screamed," LOUIS TOMILSON!!"

    I thought who's that? I figured it wasn't anyone interesting since I didn't know who he was. 

   When I jumped down from the tree and deep stinging pain came in my ankle. I fell down right in front of this Louis guy. Somehow from the time of me deciding to get down and falling
His body guards had already saved him from the mob.

     "Are you okay?" He said with a worried look on his face

     "Do I look like I'm okay?!" I said annoyed.

     "Sorry, hey guys can you help me get her up?"

  I felt six arms pull me up. Four of them very muscular. The other one could do better.

   "Thanks" I said rolling my eyes

   " no problem, are you able to walk?"

    "I don't know lets see."

I start to walk but once I stepped on that ankle I fell face firsts into the side of a bench and I blacked out.

    As I started to wake up I heard this strange voice talking to me."Are you okay? What is your name? How old are you?"

   " My name is... is...."

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