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(i'll keep writing the other story. i need some time but this story i wrote is old & wanted to share w/ you guys. This will be different. I'm gonna create chapter stories but inbetween i'm making you guys imagines. This story is of two girls who live in a small town, & magcon moves to that town, see what happens. 😊)
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Michael P.O.V🚬🎻🏊

I stood on my balcony with the killer between my lips, before lighting it, taking a intake of fresh air. I brought the lighter to the end of the cigarette lighting it, and watching the cherry form.

4:32 am my alarm clock read when I took a little glimpse at it. I still had three hours and sixty-eight minutes left of sleep, that won't happen.

I quickly inhaled my last drag of this killer stick between my teeth and turned on the shower. My aunt hated when I smoked in the house, so the quicker I finished this, the less yelling will happen. As I put out the cigarette I undressed myself and got in the hot shower.

I didn't need to lay my clothes out for school, I already knew what I was wearing.

My undergarments, my moms long purple sweater, white leggings, and black compat boots. I never wore makeup, but I left my brown, orange brown, blonde wavy butt length hair down. I'm a little curvy, but I have the curves in all the right places. But with the guys at my school, I wouldn't bother showing them off.

As I blasted 'Of Mice & Men' I heard a banging on the door next to mine. "Would you turn that god awful music off, can't you turn on Sia? New Boyz?" Yelled my cousin Dawn. I rolled my eyes and changed the song to Chandelier.

"Can't you turn on your own music, instead of making me change mine?" I laughed. With that sly comment, storming through my room is my beautiful cousin Dawn.

She wore high waisted shorts, white flats, and a crop top that read 'Magcon'. Her mid back brunette hair was down and curled, and her makeup was a natural look.

"How would my music be able to play, with that screaming over powering it. I mean seriously Mick." She looked at me in disbelief, trying not to smirk. "You can't bash my music anymore than what you have. It's not screaming either." I shook my head laughing. Meanwhile she was looking in my body mirror, she was the good skinny, the fit skinny, and had perfect curves. The guys all wanted her.

I quickly shuffled my way to mirror and stood next to her, the only thing that we had in common was our high cheek bones, sad eyes, and plump lips. You couldn't tell we were related, but we are.

Dawn's P.O.V🎾🎤💜

I heard a groan coming from beside me and I hazily woke up. I tried to move, but their was a strong arm wrapped around me, tightly. "Jake, babe. Wake up. I got school." I kissed my boyfriend next to me.

Abruptly he woke up and looked at me. I looked into his hazel eyes, that showed lust and possession.

"Do you have to go?" He whined. I smiled at him, and touched his cheek. "Yes. I have school.. And you have work. In about.." I cut myself off to look at my alarm which read 5:11 am. "Eighty-nine minutes babe." I finished my sentence.

"You're such a nerd." He laughed then kissed me. I kissed him back, and then quickly slipped out of his grip. Jake got up too and put his pants on, but left his shirt on me.

"You better go." I said. He came to me and hugged me, kissing me one last time before he leaves my balcony.

I ran to my walk in closet and picked out my favorite outfit. High waisted shorts, white flats, my pinks crop top that read 'Magcon' in green letters. I left my mid back brunette hair down and curled. I quickly applied natural makeup.

Michael was playing her stupid screaming music and it was getting on my nerves. I walked through the bathroom to her big room. "Would you turn that god awful music off, can't you turn on Sia? New Boyz?" I yelled. She blankly looked at me, rolled her eyes and changed the song to Chandelier.

Sometimes I could swear she wasn't part of this family, she was just different. "How would my music be able to play, with that screaming over powering it. I mean seriously Mick." I tried not to smirk.

"You can't bash my music anymore than what you have. It's not screaming either." She said.

With that I walked over to her body mirror. And I saw her standing in the background. She looked so tired and pale, but besides that. I saw our resemblance.

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