The Normal Project

Chapter 3-The Ninja Has Been Caught, Twice

Have I told you I hate people with a burning passion? Well, now I have.

God MURDER EVERYONE IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD PLEASE

they all hate me;3

lucky me.

it's not my fault I love good music and freaking cool piercings and stuff...

they all just suck.

Well then here's the next chapter!!! Two author note thingys in one story, woah.

More of Lauren "yay"

I think that more than five people want me dead lawl.

But please enjoy and if you read this, then I love you<3

Haha how creepy do I sound,

What if some hobo read this and though "I love you too random girl"

OH MY GOODNESS I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING FOR MY BIRTHDAY CAUSE ITS ON NEXT NEXT THURSDAY (10th)

AND I HAVE LIKE NO FRIENDS SO IT WILL BE LONELY LOL

idk what to do though:PPPPPP

someone help?

comment what i should dooooo?

if not I will still love you guys :*

BUT WAIT I WANT TO KNOW SOMETHING LIKE REALLY BAD:

How did you find my story?

Like I really want to know:) so if you wouldn't mind could you tell me???

Thx:*

Okay my blabber is over:* byyyye

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I froze on the spot, my cigarette still in hand. I whirled around to see Dylan standing in my balcony doorway. He had a smirk on his face as he pointed at the pack of cigarettes that were in my front pocket.

"Share?" He said as he shuffled next to me and sat himself on the railing. I reluctantly took out a cigarette and handed it to him. He pulled a lighter out of his basketball shorts and casually lit it, the motion so swift you could tell he was no stranger to this art. He lifted his hand gracefully and blew out a puff of smoke, the gray mist twirling in front of his parted lips.

"So, what is a girl like you doing smoking?" Dylan asked as he blew out another cloud of smoke.

"Lots on my mind." I mumbled as I sat next to Dylan on the rail. He closed his eyes and nodded, the motion making his hair bounce ever so slightly.

"Wanna talk 'bout it?"

That question had left me awestruck. Never in my life had I been asked that question. Nikki and Sue were always busy with their boyfriends or whatever, and my parents never really talked to me except for when they got home from their long trips, so I saw them once every month pretty much. The only male to ever ask me how I felt was David, but sadly he couldn't be around now.

"Hellllooo?" Dylan said as he waved his hand in front of my face. I snapped back to reality, blinking hard, and I forced out a nervous laugh.

"Sorry." I mumbled sheepishly as I held the cigarette close to my lips, taking a necessary long drag.

"Lots of stuff on your mind I guess." Dylan mumbled as he flicked ashes over the edge. I saw the small yellow embers blow off into the wind, probably going to go start some forest fire or something.