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When I got home from the party I ran past my mom and into my room. My old best friend Heaven texted me, she moved away a couple years leaving me all alone with these losers I call friends.

||Messaging||

Heaven: Hey gurl! How you holding up?

Harley: Eh you don't wanna know, things are pretty fucked up Heav.

Heaven: Awh I didn't wanna here that... anyone new to the school side I left?

Harley: Ugh yeah this girl Arizona, Sky likes her, but I hate her so just no.

Heaven: Ugh yeah don't let that bitch get with Skylar. I bet he could do wayyy better! send me a pic of this "Arizona" girl

Harley: Aight -Picture Message- that's her :/

Heaven: ... Um I mean she's pretty ugly, not fully but a lot ugly. I mean your WAY prettier than her Har!

Harley: Ugh thanks for the reassurance Heav :P so she you gonna visit?

Heaven: I'm coming.... NEXT WEEK

Harley: Are you srs....

Heaven: much serious Har much

Harley: OH MY FUCKING GOD I HAVE TO GO BYE

Heaven: OMG okay bye Har love yah!

Harley: LOVE YAH TOOOO

I lay on my bed in shock, she was finally coming. I've waited 4 years for her and she's coming!!!

"MOM HEAV IS COMING OVER NEXT WEEK." I yelling from my bedroom to my mom laying on the couch

"Okay Har." She said without a care. I get into my unicorn pajamas (my only girly pajamas) and look into the mirror.

"Unicorns are satanic...." I said with a smirk thinking of their horns stabbing people, "oh my fucking god I have a dark mind." I jumped into bed and slept the night away, ready for the next day of Internet.

I wake up and smell waffles, I run downstairs and grab plates run back upstairs and eat it with watching YouTube. Nothing else happens that day, just like the other days. All I do is text, YouTube, sleep, and eat.

A Week Later

I wake up by a loud ding-dong of my doorbell...

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 13, 2014 ⏰

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