smoke // clifford

// seventeen //

miranda was standing there, waiting for my response. but i was too shocked to say anything.

"michael, please?" she asked again. i looked back at the boys, over my shoulder, who were too distracted by fifa and pizza. i stepped outside and closed the door, so her and i could talk without the boys hearing.

"why are you here?" i asked and crossed my arms over my chest.

she took a deep breath before speaking. "my parents found out, kicked me out of the house the next day, told me to never step foot on their property again. i only had about fifty-dollars, so that didn't last me long. i was so used to the feeling the drug gave me, when i wasn't using it, i didn't feel right. they've completely shunned me. i fucked up, michael." she explained. we were in silence again, and i was trying to figure out what to say. after a while, i let out a sigh and ran my fingers through my hair.

"i'm not helping you." i said and made my way to the door again. miranda grabbed my arm and try to pull towards her.

"michael please! i need your help. i don't have a home, money or food, please!" she practically begged. i shrugged her off and shook my head.

"remember what i told you? i told you that when you fuck up, and have no more money, i won't be here for you. and i'm not. i'm sorry miranda. but i'm not helping you." and with that, I went back inside and went back into the living room. 

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this is actually really bad i'm so sorry. 

school starts soon, i really don't know if i want go back. 

but check out my two new books if you want. kay bye xx

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