Depressed || Michael Clifford

Depressed || Michael Clifford

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I started walking to school when I heard someone call out my name, I turn around to find a lanky noodle running towards me "What do you want Hemmings" Turning back around continuing to walk to school "Why didn't you wait for me?" He said in a annoyed voice "You're the one that always wants to walk together not me" "Because I told your mum i would look after you" "Well I'm not fucking 12 I don't need looking after, just fuck off" I said getting frustrated "Just shut up, I'm walking with you to school we have the same fucking argument everyday" "Because your a prick" I said nudging his shoulder, to be honest me and Luke have been best friends since we where little, we have a love hate relationship. "Oh so there's this party tonight and you're coming" "No" "It wasn't a question Tyla, I know your depressed I just want to help you get your mind off things" he said stopping in front of the school wrapping me in his arms "Luke you know I don't like people"
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