after folding what felt like one hundred piles of washing, I decide to go to the mall and meet Ila. Gran drops me off outside of the mall where Ila is standing waiting for me.
"sup emo", I say smirking at her outfit. she's wearing all black. black jeans, and a slip knot shirt.
she rolls her eyes and we walk into star bucks and order some drinks and then take a seat. I look around the crowded mall until I see a girl around the same age as Ila and I. she looks lost. like she absolutely no idea where she is.
so I decide to call her over. "HEY!", I say maybe a bit too loudly.
Ila looks at me furrowing her eyebrows. "what the heck do you think you're doing?", Ila asks.
I ignore her. the clueless girl looks over and you wave her over. she slightly smiles and starts to walk in mine and Ila's direction..
"here, take a seat", I say pulling out a chair.
she sits down. "uh, I'm Portia", she says awkwardly.
"hi, Portia. I'm Olivia and this is Ila", I say trying hard to make her feel comfortable. "are you okay? you seem kind of lost."
she sighs. "yeah I think I lost mom. and I left my phone with her in her bag."
"oh, well I can call her if you want?", I say trying to help.
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the third pilot
Fanfiction"but mom, I don't want to go to school! everyone just teases me and uses me because my dad is thee Tyler Joseph!", I say holding back tears. "honey, I know that it's hard for you but your just going to have to deal with it", my mom says hands on her...
