𝑅𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 |𝐹𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑒

Ten -Finns Backstory

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She slung her bag on the side of the table about to sit down when the door opened. It was only her in detention for the entire week (except when the drama happened at break and every there got detention).

She was bit surprised when she saw Grace enter the room with another teacher. Grace scrunched up her face at Millie before taking a seat at the back. She heard the teachers mumble something the lines of shampoo...what the hell was Grace doing with shampoo...? She took notice of it and continued to write the sentences from the board.

An hour in, the teacher left the room saying she would be back in ten. Grace hadn't even written one sentence, she had scrunched up the paper and started throwing it up like a ball.

"You're still writing that stupid sentence?" She laughed in the back.
"Not trying to get myself another detention thanks." Millie replied.
"You should have another detention! My grandma got me my new Gucci socks you know."

"You already have enough designer stop being a brat!"
"Eh, whatever." She scoffed. Grace took out a packet of gum from her blazer, then starting to chew it, very loudly.
"Could you please stop that?" She turned around.
"You have your fucking headphones just plug them in you idiot."
"I'm not the idiot that got themselves in here for shampoo."
"Bitch." She said it with a very hard 'itch'. "Ryan was flirting with Jacob so I put chloride in her shampoo." She said putting her feet up on the table.

"Why are you even trying to talk to me? You've hated me for four years straight what's changed?" It went silent.
"I don't hate you."
"Then what's with the name calling and the bullying?" She furrowed her brows.
"When you kissed that boy, it really annoyed me."
"That was YEARS ago! You don't even remember his name so what's the big deal?!" She turned back facing the board again.
"Don't you see it?!" Grace scoffed. "You have EVERYTHING you want! Two loving parents who are actually there to support you and care for you! A nice cozy house, not too big not too small!" Millie sighed.
"I don't have any of that Grace! My parents aren't even in the picture! Nobody is!" Feuding at each other for simply no reason. Wow. Grace had no reason to bully with Millie. Sometimes friendship can be crazy. This friendship would sure be crazy. Really crazy..

Detention finished and Millie was on her way to Finns apartment. And no Charlie did not take Finn to his files. She knocked and Finn opened the door, letting her in. She heard a few footsteps when Finn opened the door, but didn't think much of it. She took a seat on the couch and Finn sat on another one.
"You can start thinking about things and I'll write it down." She took out her phone and was waiting for Finn, he wasn't paying attention though. "Hey Finn!" She shouted to gain his attention.

"Huh? what?" He blankly looked at Millie. His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked worried. His leg was rapidly going up and down.
"What's up with you today? You've been out of it all day." Finn continued to look somewhere else and tap his leg, before Millie stopped it. She quickly took her hand off after making eye contact, turning pink.

"I'm fine, start writing." He said in a rush.
"Finn I'm waiting for you to speak!" She threw her phone to the side, frustrated. "Tell me what's wrong."
"I already told you! Nothings wrong!"
"Then what did I just say a few seconds ago?" He looked up at her before going back to biting his nails. "If your not gonna tell me what's wrong, I'm gonna leave." She got up and walked to the door. "And I'm not going with you on the tri-"
"Okay wait!" He sighed. "Charlie won't take me to see my files." Millie rolled her eyes. "It has my moms things in it."
"So what's the big deal? He'll take you eventually and if he doesn't you can go up there yourself during the summer holidays."
"I haven't seen anything from her in five years! I'm starting to forget her voice, how she smells and even how she looks. It's scary." He shook his head.
"Do you know where your moms things are being kept?"
"My care home in Vancouver. Boustorn blue street, number fort-"
"Yeah okay that's great! We'll just go there ourselves. Now are we gonna get some ideas down or what?" Finn turned towards her, so she sat next to him on the arm chair bit.