I yawned, "Ten days and I still can't forget about it."
"Forget about what?" Kylie asked me.
I collapsed on my bed, "About what happened nine days ago, July 9."
"Did something good happen?" She asked again.
I sat down, "I don't even know if it's good or bad."
"Does it have something to do with that brown-haired boy?" She asked again.
"You're only allowed to ask five questions, you asked three already." I told her, "And yep, how'd you know?"
"Just sensed it." She shrugged.
I pouted, "Why can't I take my mind of it!"
"What exactly did happen?" She asked me.
"Well..." I trailed off.
"Well?"
"I'll just do a flashback thingy so that all of us can understand."
"What flashback th—"
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"It's the July nine!" I squealed.
Kylie shifted in her sleep, "What the heck? Can a woman not sleep in peace?"
"A woman can, but not if you're with me in July nine!" I exclaimed, running to my bed and jumped on it.
"What exactly is so important in July nine?" She asked, sitting down while rubbing her eyes.
"It's the day I joined Cold Blooded Gang!" I exclaimed, jumping
"Really? How many years have you been here then?" She asked.
"Five years!" I exclaimed, "Can you believe it?"
"How old are you again?" Kylie asked.
"Sixteen." I replied with a giggle.
"You joined a gang when you were eleven?!" She exclaimed.
I giggled, "No, silly. I joined when I was twelve. I'm turning seventeen in February."
Her mouth formed and o while I burst out laughing.
"So... what're you're plans for today?" She asked me.
"I'm going to a special place where I can kill myself." I replied.
"What?!" She exclaimed.
"Gee, relax. It was a joke." I told her, rolling my eyes.
She sighed, "What time are you gonna go there?"
"In a few minutes." I said as I stood up and went over to my closet.
I picked out a plain white shirt, an oversized sky blue hoodie, and ripped jeans.
"I'm taking a shower." I told Kylie in a sing-song voice.
"I don't need to know." She replied in also a sing-song voice.
I giggled and went to the bathroom.
After taking a shower, I tried to dry my hair in a fast way.
Keyword: tried.
Seriously, why are girls' hair so hard to dry? I mean, come on, isn't there any—
"Use a hair dryer, stupid." Kylie told me, snatching the towel from my hands.
"Oh." I said with a giggle.
I plugged in Kylie's hairdryer and used it— what else will I do with it? Throw it?
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Sweet as Sugar, Crazy as Hell
Humor"Are you crazy?!" He asked me for the zillionth time. "Yes!" I replied, hopping over another trap. "How did I end up having you as a partner?" He muttered under his breath. I giggled, "You better hurry up, rookie, 'cause I can sense hounds coming ou...