I moved to Point place over the summer. i had to go to the store around the timr school starts again in this town and guys would come up to me to ask if we had classes together.

i would just shrug and they would skuttle off.

i had graduated high school when i was 15. i was just traveling america after my graduation from college with a degree from csu (cali uni) in business and music.

i am 18 now. i got a apartment in town for the summer.

i brought my camera and started walking around town taking photos. this place was the most american part of the country i could get before you reached michigan or Canada. it had a cute olden charm to it. Yesterday I was in Tennessean at a rock concert in cincinatti. now i was here. In a sweet town. though i missed the lights and the vast suburbs and skyline's. i sighed as i sat on my bed which had satin. The sun was setting and i decided to go for a walk. I put on-my studden black jacket over my black top and black skinny jeans with knee high shoes with buckels and laces. stepped out and went down the quiet street. This boulevard could hold the fate of my dreams.

i walked down the street with small houses. i took a picture of the sun-setting and the beautiful gold and creepy shades of blue and yellow and orange behind a house with an american flag and wrap around porch and everything. there lights were even off. I kept walking and saw a blue house with a orange car in the parking garage with a hot redhead girl kissing a dorky dude. The way the dark blues started eating the sky whole with some fading ebb of light. I took a picture.

they turned and the dorky guy said "oh donna hey paparazzi?"

I laughed nervously.

"Sorry the way the sun looked. and your such a cute couple to,"

Donna blushed and got off the trunk of the car.

"Are you new?" the guy asked.

His name was Eric.

"Yeah kinda."

I shyly explained why i wasnt a high schooler like they thought and they nodded.

"cool. so you do college things like laurie?" said a suddenly Fez beside eric and eric jumped back scared.

I squinted at him.

"I smoked weed?"

they grined at me.

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we were in the circle all together in the basement and eric was putting on incense. I am a Wicca so it made me feel peaceful but it was the 700s and people werent open about it yet. I was in a long line of Wicca. my mom and dad were high priests until l they died in a cars accident last year.

Fez was talking about an island in his country when the door opened and came in was a super sexy guy dressed like a cowboy but a punk-rock cowboy. He had sideburns and curly dark blond hair and a slight pink at his cheeks and a strong manly jawline. he had ray bans on and had his fingers in his pants loops.

"you bitches are smoking outwith me?" then he came over and sat beside me on the couch. he grabbed the bong and hit it and hand edit to me.

"i hope you can do a big hit!" he dared in between restrained coughs.

I bit the inside of my lip and breathed out before taking the biggest hit ever in my life right-in front of him.