➶ ｡˚ - 𝟎𝟎𝟔

❝ and i,shouldn't cry, buti love him, starboy. ❞— stargirl interlude, the weeknd ft. lana del ray.

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FIONA COULDN'T KEEP IN HER ANGER, as she thought her sister she barely knew died.

her sister has been following her the whole way when fiona was skating to motorz. but, angelie wanted to talk to her, try to convince her she is good.

fiona was at least a little happy the whole skating group was in the store. but, just then, the group saw her and her older sister, and heard every single word they would be saying.

"come on, i know i ran away, but still, i had a reason." — angelie said, trying to grab fiona's shoulder, to get her to look at her.

in response, fiona shoved her, tears of anger falling from her eyes.

"get your fucking hands off of me before i slap the shit out of you." — fiona said through gritted teeth. but, angelie grabbed both fiona's shoulders, earning a damn, good, hard slap to the face, that echoed throughout the small area.

"now, what the fuck did i tell you? i suggest you get the hell out of this city, before i do anything more." — fiona yelled, getting even more upset, and angry.

in response, angelie ran off as fast as she could.

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FIONA WALKED INTO THE STORE, all eyes on her as the group saw the whole scene between the two sisters.

fiona decided to sit right beside fuckshit.

"calm the hell down, bro." — fuckshit teased.

"do you wanna be next?" — fiona asked, giving a sarcastic smile, as more tears fell from her face.

"no." — fuckshit said, as he became real quiet.

fiona switched spots with fuckshit, now sitting in front of fourth grade, while fuckshit is sat in front of ray.

"well what the fuck happened?" — ruben asked, hoping he didn't sound annoyed, as he did feel kind of bad for the girl.

"nice question. so, this morning, around 6, my sister that decides to come back. hey, but get this, she was presumed dead, because she got kidnapped, " fiona stopped to put air quotes in the air, "but, she actually just ran away. i was 3, she was 6, at this time. actually, right before my parents got divorced. oh, she wanted to shit talk about our mother, as she was right in her god damn house." fiona finished, hoping the group would get the concept she was talking about.

"i'm really sorry, fi." — fourth grade spoke up, making a new nickname for the girl, not wanting to call her by "red" at this time.

fiona lightly laughed, as she wiped more tears coming from her eyes.

"no, it's okay. just my fucked up life, coming to you guys." — fiona said, trying to lighten the mood, at least a little bit.

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FIONA WAS SITTING DOWN, as to she wasn't feeling it, like her usual self.

"hey, red? you good?" — ray skated by her, but stopped to ask her the question.

"eh, could be better, but for real i'm okay." — fiona responded, grateful ray was checking up on her, she really liked the way ray was.

fiona placed down her skateboard vertically beside her, and turned her body to lay on it. after, she put her backpack on her stomach.

she grabbed a pack of cigarettes she stole from her mother the day prior, as she was gone, and stupid enough to leave her purse with her daughter.

she grabbed a lighter, lighting up the cigarette, as she saw fourth grade recording the girl.

she placed her cigarette in her left, instead of right, hand. and she decided to flip off the camera as soon as she took a hit from her newly light cigarette.

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FIONA'S EYES RESTED, as fiona felt like she was about to fall asleep on the board. but, fourth grade shook her awake.

"come on, red, we're about to go back inside." — fourth grade said, gesturing for her to go back inside the skating shop.

fiona got up, stretching before she got inside the shop, as she was still tired.

"well you looked like you were comfortable." — ray said, chuckling a little.

"oh, fuck off, just because i had my head on the board doesn't mean i was gonna go to sleep or some shit." — fiona said, trying to convince ray that she wasn't going to sleep.

"i was just resting my eyes." — fiona added on to her last sentence.

"resting your eyes usually means your gonna sleep at some point, red." — fuckshit chimed in, agreeing with ray.

"stop fussing over this little thing." — ray said, just to get them to stop talking.

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"YO, I HAVE A QUESTION." — fiona said, waiting for people to look at her. in which, everyone did.

"okay so would you rather," — fiona was saying, until fuckshit interrupted her.

"oh shit, this isn't gonna be good." — fuckshit said, only a little bit of the skaters agreeing.

"don't interrupt me, bro. okay, so like i deadass thought of this randomly, it isn't no spicy shit, as you would like it, fuckshit. but, would you rather lose your sight or lose your memories. i sound dumb as fuck, but we just need a deep conversation around here." — fiona finished, waiting for answers.

"i rather lose my fucking sight, because like you know, i need my memories deep in that little brain of mine." — fiona answered her own question, waiting for others to do the same still.

"i would r- who the fuck is that?"

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notes -uhh hii 😭the last part is like really shitty because i didwant a little deep conversation into this chapter, butlike sometimes i wish i could have deep conversations with my friends yk?

also since like i published this n shit, plsdon't be a silent reader, even though sometimes i am 😭like sometimes i feel like i'm talking to myself, like i know i am but still pls comment n shit but y'all don't have too if u don't wanna so yeahenjoy!!