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Post by Abby! (: on May 11, 2009 18:30:59 GMT -5
Aby sighed "Whatever you say." she didn't have any issue with the smoke at all. She's actually been smoking sence last year.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on May 11, 2009 18:34:23 GMT -5
Stasya slid down and walked over to the football Jeremy had left in the yard. She walked around to the side of the yard and looked at her window, throwing the ball with dangerous accuricy. It shattered her window and who knew what else. She clenched her fists and picked a stone up, throwing it at Tom's window. She would've continued but it wasn't helping her any. She walked out to the front yard. "Are you going to help me pack or what?"
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Post by Abby! (: on May 11, 2009 18:36:07 GMT -5
"For what?" Aby looked at Stasya confused
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Post by Stasya ♥ on May 11, 2009 18:37:31 GMT -5
"I'm leaving. No one wants me here so...." Stasya shrugged carelessly.
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Post by Abby! (: on May 11, 2009 18:38:35 GMT -5
"We do want you here! Stasya don't goooo!" Aby moaned.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on May 11, 2009 18:40:11 GMT -5
"Maybe you do but no one else does," Stasya replied seriously. She wasn't kidding, she wanted to leave.
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Post by Abby! (: on May 11, 2009 18:50:35 GMT -5
"Lydia and Hannah do! You should have heard Lydia go off on Tom last night standing up for you." Aby nodded
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Post by Stasya ♥ on May 11, 2009 19:31:11 GMT -5
Stasya rolled her eyes. "Right. No. I bet Tom said something about being pissed I took his hat - by accident, I thought it was mine - and Lydia got mad he said something about the hat. Am I right?"
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Oct 20, 2009 17:20:22 GMT -5
She shrugged after Aby didn't say anything. "Whatever, suit yourself." She walked up to her room and pulled a backpack and a suitcase from her closet. She went through her stuff, stuffing clothes and some other things she thought she would need or want. She jumped and her head jerked up as someone cleared their throat. "What do you want?" she mumbled, stuffing a shirt into the backpack.
Bill just stood in her doorway. "Can I come in?" He didn't let her answer, he just walked in and shut the door before sitting against it. "What happened last night after you ran off?"
Stasya shrugged, continue to stuff things into the bags. "I just kept running and wound up at some beach. Then I lost Tom's hat and spent the whole night looking for it. I almost drowned but I never got it. Then I caught a ride home... And broke Tom's window with Jeremy's football." She sighed and stopped packing. She didn't know what to say, she didn't know what to do. Stasya was so torn.
Bill watched her and nodded. "And now you're leaving." He said sadly; Bill really didn't want her to go. "Where are you going to go?"
"I don't know. Maybe I'll stay with the Cullens for a while. Maybe I'll just go along with whoever will take me. Anywhere but here." Stasya frowned deeply and clenched her jaws when he vision blurred and tears filled her eyes.
"Tom screamed at Lydia last night. About a lot. But he mentions how she should back off a little since she isn't your mom. None of us want you to go so please don't." Bill waited but she didn't respond. "Bitte? Sie alle Liebe dich auch."
Stasya knew enough German to know what he had said. She choked back and sob and shook her head. "No... Stop lying," she whispered, unable to get her voice to be any louder. "What's the point of staying where you're unwelcome, where you're always being yelled at? I don't have any other options."
"Yes you do," Bill disagreed. "You have to promise to try it first before I tell you, though. If you do that then I promise I'll help you. Deal?"
Stasya was hesitant before she nodded slowly. "I guess. What?"
Bill smiled slightly. "Try to get along with everyone and not start fights with people. We get it, you're tough. All you have to do is try and I'll try to help you; but you have to put forth real effort."
Stasya shook her head, "Okay, I guess I can try." She looked at Bill, "As long as you do." She stood up, kicking the bags back into the closet and holding out a CD. "Look at what I found though."
"Put it in," Bill said, wanting to hear and not see. Knowing Stasya, it was something some-what impressive. He snickered when she put the CD in her stereo and played it. "I haven't heard this in a very long time." He listened and the words refreshed in his mind; Bill sang along to the old Devilish music, having a difficult time not laugh.
"Can I be mean for one minutes?" Stasya smiled sheepishly, running the back of her hands over her eyes to get rid of the tears. When Bill nodded, not stopping his singing, she went on with what she wanted to say: " First off, you guys really kinda sucked compared to now. Second, tell anyone I almost cried and I'll kill you." She laughed lightly.
Bill stuck his tongue out. "What do you want, we were just coming into our teenage years. And I won't tell so don't worry." He grinned and stood up. "Here is your first test: Give me a hug."
Stasya's eyes widened and she shook her head. "No, nah-ah, no way!" She put her hands up and backed up as he laughed and hugged her. "AHH, IT BURNS! GET OFF! NO, AHH! IT KILLS!!"
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Post by Abby! (: on Oct 20, 2009 22:12:28 GMT -5
Lydia had over heard Stasya talking to Bill and sighed. Maybe she was to hard on Stasya... she didn't know. But she hated seeing Stasya being the way she was. She knew there was a sweeter Stasya and she missed that Stasya tremendously. She missed the relationship they had and now it was all gone... well at least in her mind.
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