Heather gently grazed her finger across the edge of the page, turning it over slowly. A small sheen of dust wafted back at her face, clouding her vision momentarily.
"You didn't think to dust it before handing it to me?" She snorted, shoving Adora. "Hey! At least be happy I brought you something. Books aren't really my forte." Adora smiled, rubbing her knuckles across Heather's head. "Stop that!"
Both friends had recently exited the high school, and had been sitting on the side of the curb for hours on end. "I'm surprised your bitch of a mother hasn't shown up yet." Heather shoved the book into her bag, huffing, "Surprised? I'm not." She stood up, heading down the sidewalk, her boots clicking against the scuffed cement. The darkening autumn sky illuminated a soft blush of yellow and pink across her face. "Hey! Wait up!"
Adora, in a rush, plucked up her backpack, running after her friend. "Not even going to leave without a goodbye?" She smirked, slowing her pace. "I'm sure your mother just got caught up with-" Adora stopped, swallowing her guilt. "-Something. Yeah, something." Heather just shrugged, turning away,
"It's not my fault, you know." She turned back to Adora, "Not everyone has the 'oh so perfect' mother like you." Frowning, she repositioned her bag and stumbled farther off. Adora watched her leave, a sunken look plastered on her face as she crossed her arms.
lolll soo this story just got started and i want to thank AnyaWasTaken for suggesting me to write this im not the best writer but i think it might be good.
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Runaways
General FictionTwo friends, both parallel opposites, endure a breathtaking and reckless adventure after one of them persuades the other to runaway with them. Heather Ploy is a quiet, grunge type. She lives with her abusive mother and cowardly father, who equally t...
