➶ ｡˚ - 𝟎𝟎𝟕

❝ something bad is 'bout to happen to me. i don't know, but i feel it coming. ❞— dark red, steve lacy.

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THE DOOR RANG, and fiona saw her long lost fucking sister.

"hey fi-" — angelie said, but fiona walked up to her, rudely interrupting her with no regrets.

"i fucking told you to get the fuck out, right? get the fuck out, i'll do worse than i've already done to you." — fiona said, hoping angelie would leave.

angelie tried to punch her, but fiona dodged it, grabbing her wrist and bent it in half, causing it to snap. angelie stood their groaning in pain, causing fiona to speak up.

"oh, well would you look at that. your wrist it broken, and there isn't any hospitals near. go back to wherever the hell you came from, and go to a doctor." — fiona said, lying to her sister, and she just ran out, making sure she would leave anytime soon.

"well, sorry, that's my fucking asshole of a sister." — fiona said, pissed off again.

"it's all good." — ray said, also really confused, which fuckshit agreed with.

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FIONA WAS PRETTY pissed with her life, also tagging along the skaters she knew with her, as she felt bad for doing that to them to.

her life really just get's worse over the years, ever since she was 4. maybe it was just her bad luck, or it was the reality of life, as she knew life isn't just her fantasies as she had always wanted it to be.

fiona found herself caught up in family drama ever since she was around 6, listen and learning.

she barely had any family, her mom moved away from her whole family due to them being worried about her and her daughter because she was living off of alcohol, drugs, etc, in which she got tired of it all.

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"YOU GOT GREASY ASS HAIR." — fiona said to fuckshit, that was saying he loved his hair because it was silky.

"you're just mad i have well-treated curls unlike you." — fuckshit said, pointing out fiona's curls.

"in fact, i do actually have well-treated curls. you're also just mad because you do have greasy hair and probably wash them every 2 weeks." — fiona responded back to him.

a customer had walked in, causing fiona to take off fuckshit's hat, and ruffle his hair up.

"since when do you have experience as a cashier?" — ray asked as she walked up to the counter.

"piss off, i've worked as a cashier when i was 15. and i know how to do this shit myself, bro." — fiona said, playfully and truthfully.

"okay, god damn." — ray said.

"uh, hey. what do you need?" — fiona asked the customer.

"uh, hi! i need to talk to that curly-haired boy for a second," — the girl had gestured at fuckshit, and fiona had assumed it was one of the many girls he has hooked up.

fiona and ray shared a look, knowing eachothers idea's and in which they were the same.

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AFTER THE GIRL AND FUCKSHIT CAUSED A RUCKUS, fiona sat down next to fourth grade, stealing fuckshit's spot.

"soo, what happened?" — fiona said, extending the so to her liking. hoping to get something out of fuckshit.

"this girl thinks we finna be together because we hooked up once." — fuckshit responded, raising his voice slighty whenever he said once.

"bro, you literally have 20 girls in one week, and you have quite a reputation." — fiona said, knowing most the girls in the cities of los angeles talk about fuckshit being quite a player.

"also i'm pretty sure some of the girls say you fuck like shit." — fiona added on to what she just said, as fuckshit was about to say something back, another customer came in.

"hey!" — fiona said to the customer that pulled out some money.

"hi, uhm, can i get that yellow motor board?" — the customer said, pointing to the yellow board with a m.

"so many girls coming in." — ray pointed out, as the customer was a girl.

"maybe because we need more girl skaters, skating isn't just for boys." — fiona said, gesturing to her brain, as most of the boys didn't know how to use their brains.

as fiona was setting up the board, she decided to talk to the customer.

"so, is this your first time skating?" — fiona asked the girl, waiting for a response.

"yes, actually. skating looks really fun." — the customer said.

"it is kinda, you just have to warm up to it." — fiona said, explaining her experience with skating.

"oh and maybe i could te-" — fiona was saying, until she got interrupted by fuckshit.

"i could teach y-" — fuckshit was about to say, until fiona was interrupting him like he interrupted fiona.

"actually i could teach you!" — fiona said, knowing fuckshit was gonna try to hook up with the customer.

"of course, maybe when i see you again, if i do!" — the customer said, excited because the girl was offering to help her.

just then, fiona finished setting up the board.

"have a nice day!"

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notes —i actually decided to write about a nice customer 😭but istg i need to get tension between fourth grade and fionai'm gonna try next chapter 👍 (sorry for the spoiler if y'all are reading this 😔😔)