GUYS WHY ARE THE READS GOING UP SO FAST ALL OF A SUDDEN OMG THANKS SO MUCH ILYGSM OK ONTO THE STORY THIS TOOK A WHILE TO WRITE I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO CONTINUE IT SORRY ITS SUPER DUPER SHORT
ALSO LET'S PLAY A GAME OF "FIND THE REFERENCE" MAYBE YOU'LL GET IT BUT I DOUBT IT COMMENT IF YOU FIND THE REFERENCE
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I finished the whole first season in a week. I had just started onto the first episode of the second season when someone rang the doorbell. I plant my face into my light blue pillow.
"Go away Becca!" I attempt to scream, though it comes out a muffled, "gmruwybccu"
I think she's gone away, but minutes later, the doorbell rings again, I drag myself up with an elegant grunt, and swing open the door to be blinded by sunlight. Well, haven't seen that before.
"Jesus Nora, are you secretly a vampire now? You're so pale..." she actually seems surprised at my condition, which, let's face it, I probably looked how I felt.
'"Psh, I wish. Vampires are hot." I blew a chunk of hair out of my face.
"So.. What do you want to do?"
"I want to finish watching Sherlock."
"Oh, heavens to Betsy, do you plan on spending the rest of your life watching that?"
"When I finish all of it I will stop watching and wait for the new season to come out."
"Can I at least talk to you? Force you to eat something for once? Dude, you look almost unhealthily skinny."
"No."
"Come on, Sherlock will be waiting for you in an hour. He had some stuff to do."
"They might take it off YouTube!" Becca groans.
"Fine, fine. If it gets taken down I'll pay for a Netflix subscription that you can watch the rest of the season on."
"But-"
"Nora, I actually miss you, you know that? And I'm sure your parents do too, you used to be so cheerful and loud, now you look like you're on a hangover 24/7. Can't you at least sit down and talk to me for ten minutes?" I sigh and give in.
"Fine," you open the door wider, and step aside to let her in, "but only if we eat cereal and talk about Sherlock Holmes." Becca pretty much slapped herself.
"Nora, you're hopleless."
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The Summer of My Life
Ficțiune adolescențiFourteen-year-old Nora Anderson is finally out of the hellhole that is school. When the new neighbors first move in, it wasn't much of a deal to her. That is, until she meets them. A classic story with a modern twist.
