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She walked out of the building, relieved to have finished another incredibly long day of high school. The wind blew her long, brown hair in different directions, and she struggled to manage the strands that stuck to her glossy lips.

It was only Autumn, and she was already freezing. The cold made the tip of her small nose turn red, and she didn't like that. She moved her scarf so that it covered everything below her eyes.

She walked into a bakery, and ordered a small muffin along with a black coffee. On her way out, she got a text from her mom.

Mum: Hi there! Sweetheart, could you pick up some doughnuts on the way home?

She replied, saying she would do so, and stopped by the local Ingles. While she was there, she grabbed a big bag(or three) of starbursts, and two cartons of goldfish. At the checkout, the guy who was scanning her items caught her interest. He was cute, with blonde hair and eyes that glowed a beautiful misty blue. She suddenly felt embarrassed. He probably thought she was a pig, seeing as all she bought was junk food.

"So, you got the munchies, huh?" The boy asked, smiling a bit.

She felt herself blush, but responded anyways. "Um, no, these are actually just for my mom."

"Ok," he replied. He wasn't so convinced. Yet, he finished bagging her items, and bid her a farewell.

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When she arrived at her apartment, she put the bags down, and greeted her little sister with a hug.

"Oh! Doughnuuts! And cand-"

She placed her hand over her sister's mouth.

"Shhh! Mum mustn't know!" She whisper-yelled.

"What's a 'mum'? The little girl asked, tilting her head, causing loose strands of black hair to fall out of her ponytail.

"'Mum' is the british word for 'mom' you numtard. " she replied, making the little one whisper 'Ohhh!' terribly loud.

Her mom walked in, and asked for the doughnuts, the ones that she sadly handed over.

"The time?" Her mother asked.

"4:56" she responded.

"Oh, wow! It's getting late, I should get dinner cooked before your father gets home."

"He's not my father." She responded quickly.

"Stella," her mother--who's name is Prudence--started, "Please, we have been married for seven years now, he is your father."

"He is not ." She said, slightly raising her voice.

"Well, he provides for you more than you real father ever could! He is your fath-"

"He is not!" Stella yelled, slamming her fist on the table she was sitting at.

She regained composure.

"He is not."

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When dinner was ready, they waited for thirty minutes, and still there was no sign of the beast who had tried to replace her father. Or as her mom calls him, her "stepfather".

"Well, I'm hungry. I'm gonna eat. Have fun starving." she said, shoveling spoonfuls of rice into her mouth. She grabbed a tortilla, and put an avacado slice in it, then took a huge bite. When she was finished, and had gone to wash her plate, he finally arrived.

"Good evening, James." Her mother greeted him.

"Hello, darling. Lila, come give daddy a hug!" He said, stretching out his arms.

She unenthusiastically walked over and gave him a side-hug. Stella laughed at the face he made, it was a look of disappointment.

He looked at her, his eyes showing he was hurt at her laughter, and decided to say hello.

"Istella, how are you?"

"Don't call me that." She said plainly, looking at him.

"I'm sorry." He said, seeming to mean it.

"Don't apologize over something so stupid. It bothers me."

"I didn't mean to annoy you."

"Oh, but you see, James, you annoy me without trying."

"Stella!" Her mother scolded. "Enough! To your room."

"Mother, please, I'm not a child."

"You act so much like one-"

Just then, the door opened, and in walked her brother Thomas.

"Hey, mom." He said, walking in and hugging her. When she turned to look at Stella to continue, she was no longer there.

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She was in her room, listening to Pierce the Veil, one of her favorite bands, when Lila walked in.

"Hey there." Lila said, climbing (literally climbing, she's so fricken' small!) on her bed.

"Hey, num-nums." Stella replied.

"Tommy has a guy over, and he's cute!" She said, playing with Stella's fingers.

"Lola, you don't know what 'cute' is." And indeed she did not.

"Sure I do!" Lila replied. "It's when a guy has hair and a face and beautiful tattoos, duh!"

"No, it's when a guy looks good."

"Oh, well then this guy is super duper cute!" She giggled. "C'mon, let's go see him!" She said, tugging on Stella's arm.

"Lila, no!" She protested, getting free from the girl's death grip.

"Pretty please with a rainbow on top?" She asked, her lip pouting and her bright, blue eyes widening.

"Fine, let's go. If he's not cute I'll tickle you..." Stella warned.

When they walked into Tom's room, she froze.

It was the guy from Ingles.

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You guys, this story was like something completely random. I just though of it, so excuse any grammar mistakes.

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