Chapter 11

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Freaking 12,000 views and I'm probably only halfway through. Holy shit! Well thank you guys so much. Also, warning if there's any typos: I have fake long-ass nails on.

I got home and found my parents in the living room. Mom was on her laptop with another one beside her. Dad was watching a football game. There were still some boxes in the corner. This happens every time we move. They take out the stuff they want. "Hey, how was it? Were people nice to you?" Mom asks. I answer like this every time they ask me how my day was, "eh." "Make any frie- WHOOO!" Dad yells because his favorite team scored a touchdown. "Sure." I answer his question. Mom looks at me weirdly and dad is still celebrating. I run up the stairs to my new room and start coming up with ideas and placing things in my mind everywhere. I had a special place for interior design. I got out my notepad and started making sketches. A phone call from a local number interrupts me. I swipe the green button and pull it close to my ear. "Hey, its me Sky." How the hell did he get my number? "I know what you're thinking. How did I get your number? Let's just say someone is very talkative." Dammit Jess. "Okay, why did you call?" I ask. "I'll text you the details on the party and if you come bring alcohol." After that he hung up. He started blowing up my phone but I decided to ignore it and continue my sketches.

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