Chapter fourteen

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Marilyn's POV

I'm sitting in 3rd period, bored out of my mind and missing Twiggy. He got sick and had to go home, I wish I could've gone with him. I got Pogo though, so I think I'll be okay. I started writing more songs, or at least I'm trying to, got a bit of writer's block.

Twiggy's POV   

I went down to the nurse's office because I had a headache, I puked a trashcan, so she sent me home. I didn't want to go home and leave Marilyn or Pogo. My mom is babying me though so that's always fun. I don't even know if that was sarcasm or not. I miss Marilyn though, he'll probably come see me after school. There's someone moving into the house next door, it just seems like an older couple.

Marilyn's POV

I showed up at lunch to find out, Pogo wasn't here either, now that bother's me. I have no one to sit with. There's some new kid here, he's got blue hair, he's sitting alone too so I decide to approach him, "Hi, I'm Marilyn", he just looks up at me and smiles. "And you are", I ask, "Daisy", he simply states before eating his food. "Well, nice to meet you too, I guess", I state and begin walking away. "Wait", he says," sit down, I'd like someone to sit with if you want of course", I sat down. "So you're new here", "Yup", he replies. "You don't say much do you Daisy", he shook his head, "Never really have". "You play any instruments", I ask, "Guitar", he says. Welp, we might just have a guitar player.

Pogo's POV

So I decided to stay home from school today to think about something, someone. Daisy. I miss him, he was there for me when my dad left me and my mom. And he made me smile, he made me feel happy, not that Marilyn and Twiggy don't but, he, well, he was different


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