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   It was Saturday morning. I look at my burning house. The smoke was rising from the top. I watched as the firefighters sprayed water at it, but that didn't stop the resilient fire. I feel a tear trickle down my cheek. Stop crying Nicole, no one got hurt, I tell myself. That's when I hear about 10 people on skateboards behind me. Oh crap, I think. I whip my head around, and there they where. The jerk squad. Taylor Barnhart was wearing a black leather jacket, his brown hair was slid back to protection. His blue eyes sparkled. My heart fluttered, he was so hot, but such a jerk. Tyler Barnhart was my enemy, I was the good girl, and he was a bad boy. He laughed once he saw me. "Aww, Hollister, is your house burning down?" He says with a smirk, he and his crew stop in front of me. I was in my robe, only with my underwear and my bra under my robe. He took a step closer to me, so he was only a few inches away, I could feel his warm breaths on my face. "Füćk off." I say, casting a glare at him. "Oh, did Miss Goodie Two Shoes just say füćk?" Tyler asks, a smirk on his face. I show him my middle finger before I walk away, hearing laughs behind me. My face turned bright red, and I clenched my fists. I walked over to my dad, who was talking to someone. He grinned, then walked towards me. "Nicole, we have a place to stay!" He exclaims. "Really?" I reply. "Yeah, my old high school friend offered for us to stay at his house while we get back on our feet." He says. "That's great!"

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