Never Alone

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I woke up and brushed my long brown hair, threw on makeup, put a blue crop top on and black skinny jean shorts. I started to move boxes and loading them into the van. We were moving, I'm 13 and I have never made a friend. I liked Ireland this is where my mom died. I missed her, but I had to move on. We got the last of the stuff in the van and I hope in put my ear buds in and listened to Panic! At The Disco. Soon enough falling asleep.

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I woke up and a burger, fries, and a coke were in the seat next to me. I looked out the window and we were at a sort of house, a big house. I get out and look around I hear barking and giggling. I run around the corner to see a golden retriever and a boy my age. He has brown eyes, brown hair, very tan skin, and a neon pink strip in his hair. I cover my stomach with my arms and walked out. He looked up at me and backed away.

"Hi..eh do ya know where a Seán or Jack is" I said looking at the ground

"I-inside...your accent is Irish correct" he asked

"Yes" I whisper

"Hey it's ok you don't have to talk to me my name is Tim by the way" he said

I started to cry of course he wouldnt wanna talk to me i thought and I walked back to the van, I grabbed a blanket and pillow I looked at my phone 8:57PM I rolled over and went to sleep.

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I got up carefully got dressed I packed my school bag and got out of the van door, I walked down the street towards my new school. Once I got there I climbed through a window, and went to the music room, I open the door and picked up a guitar. I tuned it and started and sang along to the tune.

"I stole the moon
I made the stars align
I tought you how to fly
When I fought for you
I kept you safe at night
And you made me the bad guy" I sang

This was true, I heard a crash from a little ways down the hall. I slowly walked outside and looked around nobody I sighed and went back into the music room.

"HIYA" Tim screamed

It scared the shit out of me, I punched him in the face. He fell and a wave of guilt and anger washed over me.

"Oh my god Tim are you ok" I asked

"Yea, but damn you're strong" he groaned standing up

"Why the hell are you here?" I asked

"I followed you dumbass" he said

"Don't call me that" I hissed punching him in the stomach

"Ok got it" he groaned again

"Why did you follow me" I asked

"Because I care bout you" he said

Those words hit me, like the world was ending. No friend had said that to me before. I curiously looked into his eyes and saw a shine in his eyes that made my heart melt. You care about me...but You don't know who I am I thought.

"You do?" I ask

"Of course I do" he said

"I can't help but wonder why, you" I say

"Well I don't know" he says

I walked out of the room and started to cry, nobody really loved or cared about me just my dad. I wanted things to end just because I was 13 years old didnt mean I hadn't lived long enough, I was in deep thought and before I knew it I was on the roof. I walked to the edge and looked down, I stood there tips of my toes off the edge. I was about to jump, I leaned forward and I felt a hand grab my wrist I turned to see a tear stained Tim he was breathing heavily.