𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧 - 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜

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— 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙮.

❛ our spot or something ❜

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DOROTHY SITS AT THE KITCHEN ISLAND BAR with a bowl of cereal and a book open in front of her. Her parents are always out of house crazy early, so the house was empty and silent. The sound of the door bell rings throughout the house. It startles the girl causing the spoon of milk to shake. A splash of milk falls onto her lap. "Shoot."

She rushes over to the sink to grab a paper towel. But the door bell rings three more times back to back. "Open the door Dory!" It's the muffled voice of a familiar red head.

Running over to the door and opening the front door. "Let's go! We're gonna be late."

"No were not, you're just early today." Dorothy's head whips back to the stove top clock.

8:45

"Holy SHOOT!" Dorothy says grabbing her bag and book from the kitchen island. Her hair still jumbled into a mess and her cereal left on the counter top.

"Let's go, Dory chop chop!"

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THEIR PACE WAS EQUIVALENT TO A SPEED walk. "Why the hell are you late? you're always on time?" Dawn says heavily breathing.

"I might've got home last night at one in the morning." Her hand adjusts on her book.

"What the hell would you be doing at night, it's not you have anyone to see." Dawn let's out a slight laugh.

"Y-Yeah, I just walks around for a while." She bluffs keeping her head low.

Dawn playfully punches her shoulder. "Anyways, atta girl, you followed the list. Number 1, stay out late."

"Oh, yeah. That's what I did," Dorothy fakes a smile.

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THE TWO FRIENDS WALK THROUGH THE NOW crowded hallways of East High. They pass by a friendly pair of a red head and a brunette. Dorothy's burst of adrenaline brings her hand up in a wave and a smile to her face.

Ricky on the other hand creates eye contact. He sighs looking back at Big Red for the conversation. "Are you even listening?"

A part of her watches as Ricky disappears within the crowd of people. "Y-Yeah, I am sorry, still tired." Dorothy looks back to the girl next to her.

"Anyways, He sends me "Okay" with a period at the end. I mean I'm not asking advice considering you don't experience with this, but is there anything in those books that could help me?" Dawn says.

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