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(a/n this is really short but there will be some really long chapter soon :))

Emily's POV:
I re-read over the notification approximately 7 times before I nearly throw up. "MICHAEL CLIFFORD FOLLOWED ME" was all that was chanting around in my head. I was so ecstatic.
Just as I'm finished screaming into my pillow and running around squealing like a child, my mom shouts me down for dinner.  When I reach the bottom of the stairs I could smell Mac and Cheese. I scrunch my nose up at the smell. I hate Mac and cheese. "mom i don't like Mac and cheese remember?" I said to my mom anxiously. She rolled her eyes pathetically. "oh grow up and eat it." my mother annoyingly snaps back at me. I mutter a simple 'fine' but deep down inside me I was pissed. Like why does she have to be such a bitch to me? what did i ever do to her? why can't she just fu- "EMILY DID YOU HEAR ME?!" My mom interrupts my hate filled thoughts about her. "no, sorry I didn't hear you" I said slightly on the quiet side. "Take a seat darling, we need to talk." she said surprising me with her calm tone.  I run my hand through my hair causing it to do absolutely nothing. "Okay so there's something I need to discuss with you..."

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