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7: Daya

Piper was getting better now.

It was one of those days when she couldn't eat because of her sickness, but she hid it perfectly behind her mask.
I was worried about her.

I remember when we first met. It wasn't pretty, but it was perfect timing.

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Another fight with Boyce.

I walked out of the house quickly. Moving into this place was bad.

Girls don't like me because of my hoodies.
Well I like to cover my appearance, Sue me

Boys hate me because I don't look their way, and I'm not exactly girly.

My brother pours his anger at me because he prolly thinks I'm a boy.

I Huff as my attention is attracted to a girl sitting on a bench and drawing. I was about to walk past when I heard her voice.

"Another fight with Boyce?" She asked casually.
"How... Did you know?"
She smiled not looking up from her work.
"I hear you guys everyday, and I know Boyce."

I slowly walk back to the bench.

"Do you know me?"
"Your school's most feared girl? Sure I do,"
"Well I don't know you,"
"You can call me Leonardo da Vinci's granddaughter,"

We both laughed.

"Why are you here anyway?"

She sighed.

"You'd think rich people have little problems, but ours are worse than those of the poor. My parents fought."

"It's a problem. Don't run away from it. Face it." I'd adviced.

"I  will pretty soon. With my fist," She said again making us laugh.

"I like you Leonardo da Vinci's granddaughter,"
"Please, call me Piper. Who made that name even? I think I'll Google it,"

"You are abstract minded," I remarked.
"Like a pro,"

"And you're wierd. Wanna be friends?" I asked.

Those are the only qualities that I need to have a friend.
"Oh no!! The girl with the hoodie wants to befriend me! The sorrow."

She still didn't look up.
"Are you trying to mimic Candace Alejandro?"

"A magician never tells his secret,"

"We're friends Zendaya Marry Ann Stomper," She said with a wide grin

She showed me a painting of me.

It was me looking away with a smirk on my face, my hands in the pocket of my hoodie, and my thick hair coming out a little.

I smiled at her.

"I know, I know, my grandfather would be so proud," She said grinning.

"I'm going to hang this in my room," I replied.

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Weird but amazing.

But now, all she needs is a little push to jump from the hands of insecurity.

She needs a leap.

And maybe a little jump.

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Attention!!

This is a short story. So the chapters will be short, making the book longer.

Sorry for the late update, but expect me from now on during the weekend.