A Ticking Clock:
Chapter 11:
Felicity's POV:
"Felicity!" Theodore called to me and I ran to him. I flopped down on the couch beside him and laid my head on his chest. He was on his Facebook. "Are you trying to find that girl?" I asked. "No she found me." He showed me the sent messages
Margaret Turner: I found you mystery guy at the psychiatrist ;)
Theodore Wilson: lol yeah you did, cute girl at the psychiatrist ;)
Maggie: touché so is your little sister mentally insane?
Theo: yeah, is your brother mentally insane?
Maggie: yeah, he has major depressive disorder, ADHD, GAD, Schizophrenia, and Borderline Personality Disorder
Theo: my sister has Schizophrenia, panic disorder, bipolar disorder and PTSD
Maggie: interesting. Do you want to come over today? Your sister and my brother can go play
Theo: yeah that will be fun
Maggie: OK, see you later :)
"I don't know this boy!" I said to Theo. "Calm down. You two can be best friends. They can come up to Oxford and you two can hang out." I sighed and stomped off to our shared room.
I took out a black and gray striped shirt with a silver heart on it and blue jean skinny jeans. I put them on and put my hair into a ponytail and slipped on my black TOMS. I put on my black leather jacket and walked to my big brother. "Ready?" he asked me and I nodded as we walked outside.
We stopped in front of a quaint two story brick house. Theo parked and we both got out and walked to the front door. We ran the doorbell and it charmed loud enough for us to hear and for the residents in the home to hear. The girl we saw at the office, who we now know is named Margaret, opened the door. Her long blond hair was put up into a messy bun and she was wearing an oversized sweater and black leggings.
"Hey Maggie." Theo smiled as she let us in. "Hey Theo, hey Felicity." She said to me and I smiled. "Hey." "Finn!" she called as the boy ran to her. His blond hair fell in front of his eyes, hiding his gray orbs. "This is Felicity. Felicity, this is my brother, Finnegan." She said and I looked down. "Hey." Finnegan said to me and held out his hand. "Hey." I said softly and grabbed it, shaking his hand gently. "Wanna go play outside?" he asked and I nodded as he walked outside with me, hand in hand.
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A Ticking Clock
Teen FictionFelicity Wilson is 7 years old. She lives with her college going older brother, Theodore, and his foreign roommates, Rory and Charlie. Felicity is very unique, she has schizophrenia, panic disorder, bipolar disorder and PTSD from her father abusing...