Stalker Much?!

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"So my name is curly to you ,” A boy with freckles sprinkled about his fair skin , and his brown eyes look glossy as if he has been crying says . “ I  guess ?” I question not understanding how in the world he knew that. Absolutely confused realizing that he had the same curly black mop on his head . My god curly is cute , I say in my head talking to the demons . “Well my name is Finn and may I ask what yours is ?” He says looking down at me “ Felicity , and I need to go .” I say pulling out my lighter with a cigarette. I exit the building feeling the hot summer sun beam down on me . I take a big drag of my cancer stick  taking a brief moment to soak in all the chemicals . As I approach my home I just hope I won’t get caught and whomever is home at the moment . Therefore I climb in through my window , letting my fear of heights strike again . Entering my backyard shared by an invisible fence I see Finn doing something on his phone . “Damn u stalking me I say making his head shoot up from the screen . “I guess so ,”he says I throw my skateboard in the bushes and climb through my rooked old window making sure not to gain another splinter . Although I wished no one had seen me Curly I mean Finn just so happened to see me therefore I hope he tells no one . I spaced off without realizing it normally , I only space out when I have weed in my system . I had to fall to lose it all rings in my head , until I come to my senses again it’s coming from Finn’s place . A riff of one of my favorite songs , How You Remind Me by Nickelback, I plop back down onto my bed leaving my body letting the song lift me up slightly humming the song . Afterwards he is done , I hear footsteps a familiar pattern trudging up the old brown carpeted stairs . “Felicity Cameron get your ass out here now !” My foster mother screams at me. I let out a small quiet groan rolling my eyes as I get up feeling my feet touch the battered rug beneath my bare feet . Opening the once white door to see my Foster mother standing before me pissed . “ Where did you go ? Where were you ? “ She asks acting like she cares knowing she doesn’t I tell her nothing walking back to my room  and slamming the door right in her face . I flip her off as I fall back onto my bed , letting the blankets engulf me making me their own . “ Felicity the new neighbours are coming over for dinner so dress nice you slut !” She yells as she stomps back down the stairs her voice sounding like nails on a chalkboard to me . 

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