Make Me

»sadness

[i put this picture to lighten your moods (; and it's also how Lydia's cat looks like]

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Everything has changed but in the same time it didn't. When Stiles found my secret place he became different but in the same time he didn't. Maybe I am just in those 'cheesy romantic' moods. I should get out of them, and the only idea I got was to talk to Allison. She sill didn't text me, so probably something horrible happened. How come I forgot about it? If Allison was in my place, she could have sent me a wave of voice mails and texts. Shit, I should have called her a long time ago.

As quickly as I can I searched for my phone in my messy bag and dialed the numbers. Those numbers were like home to me. I dialed those numbers when I felt like shit. I dialed those numbers when I was in my breakdown. I dialed those numbers when I didn't feel like I had a home while I was in my home. I dialed those numbers when I couldn't feel anything.

I pressed the call button and waited for the rings to start. To my surprise, my call went to voicemail:

Hey! This is Allison how ya doing? I'm probably in an exciting adventure so don't interrupt me- I could hear her giggle and I remember when Allison was making that voicemail she was making out with Scott- leave me a voicemail after the beep.

Beep.

"Allison- h-hey is everything all right? Ok no it isn't. If you want to talk about it, then you can come to my house. We can watch your favorite horror movies and eat junk food since its Friday. Yeah, I hope that everything is alright. I love you." I sighed and ended the voicemail. I brushed my hair and looked around from my locker place. Everybody already left, shit.

I quickly slang the bag over my shoulder and jogged out of this damn school called hell.

Why the fuck do we even need school. I would rather be homeschooled.

I passed many pale white hallways with blue lockers untitled I finally got to the entrance of the school. I pushed open the heavy door and inhaled the fresh air. I closed my eyes and stood on one of the steps of the school, feeling the cold breeze on my face. The wind played with my strawberry blonde locks, and I felt cozy in my black faux coat. I exhaled and looked around me. The dawn was starting, splashing the sky with rosy pink and dark orange. A silhouette of birds were flying far away and the trees around me swayed to the rhythm of the wind. Finally, I walked to my car, a grey Passat.

   I turned on the engine and sped off, leaving the school and looking at the disappearing building through my side window.

   I survived another day.

   ***

   "I am home." I said to no one but my ginger cat, Joy, and the chef named Angela who was was making another one of her Italian famous pastas. I smiled at how nice the aroma of her delicious food spread through the whole house, brining some sense of home.