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MILES pulls up to his driveway and meets LACEY when he arrives inside.
Lacey: Yo, Pi Boiii!
Miles: I told you to stop calling me that, didn't I?
Lacey: C'mon dude! You know you love it~
Miles: No. No I don't, Lace.
Lacey: Anyhow, how was school? You seemed a little confused?
Miles: Well, Marcy and Darlene acted really weird today. When I told them about my jacket, they said they would look for it but then after they searched the school, they started acting really weird.
Lacey: Shall I use my detective skills? *pulls out magnifying glass*
Miles: How-?
Lacey: I love detective-y type of stuff. You know that, Miley.
Miles: Oh my God, Lacey. I am not a girl.
Lacey: I do what I want. I am the older sibling~
Miles: YOU ARE LITERALLY 5 MINUTES OLDER.
Lacey: Well. Somebody's mad~
Miles: I regret ever being twins.
Lacey: Yeesh. If you wanted to say you love me, why didn't ya just say it?
MILES walks to the door of his room, no context, goes inside the room, and slams the door. LACEY stares. MILES calls REMI.
Remi: Huh? What's up, 3.14?
Miles: You are acting like my sister now.
Remi: I meant to. I need some sort of laugh.
Miles: Well, don't take it out on me!!!
Remi: Fine. Well, why'd ya call me? I know that you'd never call me for fun. *mumbles* Always need something. Always.
Miles: I can hear your muttering. But you're right. I do need something. You and Cassidy have detention for month, right?
Remi: WELL. That sounded offensive.
Miles: I try~
Remi: You're annoying. But yeah. One week down. Three more to go. *sigh*
Miles: Yeah. My friends, Marcy and Darlene, they have been acting really strange ever since I told them about my jacket and-
Remi: You can stop right there. You really couldn't use your one brain cell to understand what's going on? Really?
Miles: *annoyed* Ya know, I don't know why I ever come to you anymore. I also don't get what you mean.
Remi: I mean, those girls probably did something bad. Whenever people do something bad, there is always a sign to show that. In this case, they decided to be weird and out of shape. One of the most seeable signs of being bad for the first time.
Miles: Got it. So you want me to find out what they did?
Remi: I don't know. That's on you. Now... GOODBYE, DIRT!
REMI hangs up on MILES.
Miles (thoughts): Why did she call me dirt? Who calls someone dirt?
Lacey: *barges in* AYEE! I'M BAAAACK!
Miles: You cannot live without me even for just a few minutes.
Lacey: More like annoy but whatever you wanna think!
Miles: Oh my, JUST HELP MEEEEEE!
Lacey: What do you mean?
Miles: We both know you were eavesdropping on me, now don't we?
Lacey: Wow, you got smart. That's... unusual?
Miles: Shush. *under his breath* Meanie.
The next day at school, MILES meets up with MARCY and DARLENE. MARCY pulls up her dark brown hair into a ponytail while DARLENE tries on a few hats she and MARCY brought.
Marcy: Hey! Come here! We brought hats for "Hide Your Hair" day!
Miles: Oh yeah! How did I even forget today?
Darlene: 'Cause ya never keep a calendar.
Miles: I have a calendar! And I put reminders!
Darlene: Mhm.
Lacey: *pops up behind Miles* BOO!
Miles: *jumps* *grits his teeth* I have deep hatred. Deep. And I-
Lacey: -don't mean it! Sweet!
Miles: *shivers* Grr.
Marcy: Lacey? Is that you?
Lacey: Missed me?
Darlene: Um, yeah! You're, like, the fun version of Miles!
Miles: *offended* Well, I'm offended.
Marcy: *laughs* I don't think she cares.
Miles: *sarcastically* Noooooo.
Lacey: Let's just go to class. *whispers* Before Miles blows like dynamite!
Miles: You know, now I don't regret cutting your hair in your sleep.
Lacey: That was you?!
Miles: Mm yeah.
MILES and DARLENE go into their classroom for science. DARLENE's phone dropped out. MILES picks it up but sees a few texts from MARCY and it seemed suspicious. He holds onto it, for safe-keeping and to check out.
Miles (thoughts): This is odd. Marcy said that she wants the jacket. What jacket?! My jacket? How about I hold onto this phone? Yeah. Good idea, Miles! Wait. Am I speaking to myself or are these normal thoughts? Do people talk to themselves through their mind? Ok, I need to shush. Class is starting...
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Dr. Nisha (The Therapist): This was just supposed to be a start to understand Lacey and also to be part 2. :) Hopefully I actually made people laugh, because I think I am a not-so hooman with only 1 brain cell but that's fine… right? Yes. Yes, it is. We will allow it. And if you would like to know, I based Miles' personality to be similar to mine BUT not the same. *comical, evil laugh* Not another author adding themselves in the story- Yes, that's meeeeeee! By the way, stay tuned for part threeeeee. *echo* (Makes sense to me, audience) *proud for no reason*
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No extras for no nobody. I gave you a longer than usual story. That will work to be enough. Hopefully. I am ridding you of a broken mind. Take the chance. Hehehehehehehehe...
Wait, did you stay? Leave. There's nothing left-
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