Just a horrible 8th grade memory-

I will never forget the time when I was in reading class, and I was using my phone even if I wasn't supposed to, but who cares. Anyhew, I was just enjoying Dylan's cuteness, when some random huge ass spider falls on my desk. I could've sworn it was a black widow.

I threw my phone up in the air where it fell somewhere and cracked, I screamed, and jumped out of that seat, where I fell on the floor.

Obviously the teacher came over there and killed it. And she didn't even take my phone away or give me detention for disturbing the class. Maybe because she knew i could've sued the school, and tried to sugarcoat me. And I could've sued.

Hello, I was a millisecond away from a heart attack. Seriously. Like, my heart actually hurt for the first second that happened. It was that scary. There lucky I didn't sue.

I mean, when I see a spider, I would just kill it. But when I'm lazy and call my parents and none of them kill it, and I lose track of it, then it becomes a problem.

That happened when i was in 7th grade, and when I lost track of it, I took all my valuables and slept in one of the guest rooms for a week. And it had a bathroom like mine did, so it wasn't too different. Except it wasn't messy and there wasn't black fluffy carpet, (yes, my carpet is black) and the walls weren't golden. (Yes, my walls are golden), and had Dylan posters and fatheads in some places. (Yes, I have Dylan posters and fatheads).

I'm so creative. Lol.

Notice how I got completely off topic. That's how bad my attention span is.

I hope you like it!

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I sat up at high speed, almost snorting. I saw my reflection in the mirror. Seeing my dishelved hair, and kind of pale look, and the sun was just coming up, I figured I must've fell asleep. I fell back on my bed, rolling my eyes as the idea that I still had no idea where and how to find Dylan came in my mind.

I yawned, getting off of the bed. As I got my stuff to get ready, I turned on the TV. Seeing this dude getting interviewed for something, I walked into the bathroom and took a shower.

After i finished, I brushed my teeth, and walked out as I was doing it.

"And now you got them off of the streets, the drugs, and into your facilities . . . " The interviewer said. I didn't really listen to what the guy, who was apparently named Eric Stark, because my phone rang.

I took the toothbrush out of my mouth. "Hello?"

"Hey, Stacy! Anything new?" Monica chirped.

"Nope. I just woke up about 10 minutes ago."

"Oh. Well, I'm with Taylor and the girls. By the way, Cloe told you allow them to have ice cream before dinner . . . ?" Monica asked.

I laughed. "No, no I don't, they have it after dinner."

"I knew that, I was just making sure." She laughed back. Just then, I heard something fall down and shatter.

"Monica!" I heard Taylor shout in the background.

"Gotta go. Good luck!" Monica told me, and hung up.

I had absolutely no idea what really happened, but I just hope that nothing important broke. I threw my phone on my bed, put my toothbrush back, and a few other stuff before I left the room.

As I left the hotel, I started walking down the street, pretending that I lived here, and wasn't someone from America who doesn't even know Italian. Why couldn't Dylan get taken in a Spanish country? At least I know Spanish!

Life just cant get anymore pathetic, can it? I rolled my eyes again and kept walking. I was thinking about this club I saw last night, but barley thought about it because I was so tired. As I got closer, it came into view.

I walked inside, and a aroma of the smell of pizza flowed over me. The only weird thing was there was this girl in the corner dressed in goth clothes staring at me. I quickly walked away, hoping that she didn't reconize me.

If they knew who I was in Italy, they would definatly know I was here for Dylan.

"You look familiar," A voice said, almost giving me a heart attack.

I gasped, and turned around to face the girl I ran away from earlier. "Like, not like I know you, but your face . . . " She drifted off. "You look like Dylan's girlfriend," She whispered to herself.

"You know where Dylan is?" I widened my eyes. She looked at me and shook her head. "You heard wrong. I said Daniels girlfriend," She started. "No, you said Dylan. You have to tell me! I haven't seen him for 7 months, and I've been raising his twins on my own!" I informed under one breath.

She kind of laughed, "I know you have twins. One of thems' special. The one mostly like him. You know that, don't you? That's why they want her."

"What?" I asked.

"Look. Forget about your boyfriend. They've already got him. Don't make them get the little girl." She warned me, looked around, and before I could say anything else, she ran away.

I stomped my foot and almost screamed in confusion and anger. I just turned around and punched someone in the shoulder hard enough to fall down, and stormed out before they saw me.

I closed the hotel door and walked inside, still confused. My phone started to ring, the flash going on and off. I picked it up.

"Anything new?" Candice asked. "Yea, some girl might have an idea where Cloe is." I told her. "Wait, what? You knew that? I was going to tell you that, Spencer found something who said they wanted her. Because she's special." She informed.

"Tell Taylor, and make sure they don't get her. Oh my gosh, and this girl actually told me not to make them get her." I informed her.

"Wait, someone knows your there for him?" She was shocked. "It's not my fault! She just saw me, and immediately recognized me! I don't even know how she knew I was his girlfriend, like, I look different from when I did 3 years ago, you know." I ranted.

"Maybe he talks about you. But anyway, are we going to hire a bodyguard for Cloe or what?" She asked me. "Bring her to my mother's. And make sure she doesn't leave. At all. Not even for school. Got it?" I instructed her.

"But what about Zoey?" She asked. "Tell her to tell them that she's sick." I told her.

"Ok, later." She hung up. I hung up too, and sat down.

First, they want Dylan, they got him, and now they want Cloe too? I just didn't know what to do anymore.

I'm at this place that everyone in my school goes to called Big Wheel to watch a fight (don't ask), it's a roller skating place. You really can't go there unless your one of those cool people, or you have a friend coming. You must avoid that place like the plague if your hated from the cool people.

Cuz they will beat the shit out of you. I'm an eyewitness. LOL, I'm always an eyewitness, aren't I ?

Trust me, it was uglay. That girl was limping for a week !

Anyhew . . . . I went to get food about a minute ago, and there was like, zero hot dogs and fries and pizza.

I just came here to have a good time, and I'm honestly feeling so attacked right now.

DEEZ PLACEZ AINT LOYAL?

Btw, at least my computer has emojis! And the virus is fixed, so I don't have to use my dell laptop or my iMac if I wanna use a computer anymore.

DEEZ COMPUTERZ AINT LOYAL?

Lml, I came up with those, so don't you dare steal it.

Deuces!

Or that.

Oh, and that goes for anyhew, too. Unless your someone I care about, then you can use it. You know who y'all are!

But you better make sure you say that Ericka came up with it, cuz you didn't. The Breezy did.

Convo- over, Breezy- out!