Four years later

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A lot has changed. I look different, I graduated highschool, I have more friends, I like somebody, I think he likes me, I'm happier, and I have my dad. He decided to come back to us. He had been living in New York. But he moved to right across the street. The house in front if mine. I hadn't quit YouTube. I had a job though. I worked at a bar as entertainment.  I sing. I'm not the best but people like it.
I was getting ready for work. I put on some blue jean shorts that were really short, the pockets went below the shorts. They showed of my butt. I then put on a a bra and tanktop. I threw on a hoody, and straitened my hair. I put in some makeup and some black converse sneakers.

I was ready to go

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I was ready to go. I grabbed my keys and walked out to my car. It was a white dodge charger.

I hopped in and plugged my phone up to the radio

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I hopped in and plugged my phone up to the radio. I chose one of my favorite songs- Melanie Martinez mad hatter. She has my last name but we're not related. I wish we were. I turned up the song and started singing along.
My friends don't walk they run skinny dippin rabbit holes for fun poppin poppin balloons with guns gettin high off helium we paint white roses red each shade from a different persons head this dream sure is a killer gettin drunk with a blue caterpillar
Before I knew it the song was over another one of my favorites came on.
We're gonna clean up your looks with all the lies in the books to make a citizen out of you because they sleep with a gun and keep an eye on your son so they can watch all the things you do because the Drugs never work so they give you a smirk cause they got nothin to keeping you clean their gonna rip off your head your aspirations to shreds another cock in the murder machine they said now teenagers scare the livin sh*t outa me they could care less as long as somebody bleeds
I finally pulled up into work. I took out the keys and Locked the car. I walked into work. It was 6:18 pm. Perfect. I started work at 6:30 pm. I set my phone and keys in my purse and sat my purse in my locker. That's right I had a personal locker. I grabbed my bag out of my locker and walked to the bathroom. I changed into my uniform. A short black dress with lace sleeves. I put on my black heels that were in the bag and but my socks and sneakers in the bag. I walked back to my locker and put my bag back. I shut the door and locked it. Then, it was time to start.

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