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[color=7ab085]“Boys...”[/color] Mac muttered as she watched the broad back of her ‘date’ walk away. He had said something about going to Nectars with his buddies. So now there she stood with a half-drunk boba tea in her hands shaking with annoyance. What was wrong with him? First, he drags her out to confess his feelings for her… then he just leaves her to go hang with his swim pals?! [color=7ab085]“Pff…”[/color] Mac hissed as she threw the remainder of her drink in the trash. She turned on her heel and stomped in the direction of her apartment. 

Her breath was still ragged with frustration as she turned the key in the lock. She flung the door open and rushed inside. She could hear the theme song of Lottie’s favorite tv show ‘My Sweet 16’ echoing out from Kiki’s room. She hovered outside wondering if she should join them, but then thought better of it. Who knew what she would find if she opened that room. Being alone with her thoughts was probably what Mac needed anyway. So instead she locked herself in her own room and flung herself on to her bed staring into nothing letting her mind race and swirl. 

With a huff, she flew up from her bed and strode over to her desk flinging its drawer open rummaging around for a notebook and pencil. Sitting and pouting wasn’t her she was going to deal with this the way she had been thought to deal with her feeling through writing. A long time was spent tapping the lead point to the blank page. But soon enough she was scribbling away until she felt better and a poem had formed with lots of words crossed out around it.  

[center][color=7ab085][indent][indent]On this backroad, that’s where I’ll stay. 
Miles and miles away from him. 
Bitter heartache fools and mistakes, we’ve been through it all tonight. 
Clouds in the sky they won’t disperse. 
From sharing it all to worlds apart. 
Something is wrong and I don’t know what. 
I’m on my knees and I can’t get up. [/indent][/indent] [/color][/center]

Reading and re-reading it over and over made her feel better but still, she felt a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach and she still didn’t know what.

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