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Nik

5 Reasons Why I shouldn't be writing this blog...

''1. I've got writer's block. Duh.''

''2. Life's been a bit 'busy' lately. Period.''

''3. Haven't got time to write this. I've been grounded all day, of course I don't have time for this. I'm totally not procrastinating. Also, my internet is technically down, so I'm not posting this until after my indefinite grounding. So why write?''

''4. Stuff has happened. A guy's dead. An old cousin's back. A girl's in town. My old 'friend' becomes a friend. Another girl with daddy issues. Another guy with some seriously messed up ideas. New friends, old friends, you know, same diff. Messed up everything a few days back. Or it went the complete opposite thing happened. I left two girls crying... 'nough said.''

''5. My mind's pretty messed up right now. Firstly there are books. Music. Decoding a book. Did I mention music? Also, I learnt the value of sleep. Oh yeah, there's the fire, and other stuff that's happened. I'm just confused. You expect me to write?''

Nik saved the file, and closed his laptop.

''Finally! After weeks of procrastination, I'd had finally written something. (Typing, whatever). I did it! Yay! Not that my readers would know the difference. They won't know the pain, and effort I had to go through to write this. *Groans*''

Now back to dealing with problems 4 and 5. Yeah, no. I'm tired.

My mind began to doze off before I jolted up at a familiar, delicate, knock at the door.

"Nik, you've got a visitor," my dad called. "I've gotta go to work, you kids be good, okay?"

Without waiting for a response, I heard the front door slam shut.

I groaned. I scanned my room, looking for anything that shouldn't be where it should. I chucked my jumper, which now had a Red tinge to it, inside my wardrobe, and stuffed all my 'decoding paper' for the book, into my satchel, and chucked that inside my wardrobe as well. I sat down on the edge of my bed, steadying my breath. "Come in."

I stared straight down at the carpet floor of my bedroom, as the girl waiting outside waltzed in.

"Hey Tris," I mumbled, still staring at the ground, catching a glimpse at her jeans, and her extremely expensive shoes but nothing else.

"Why're you looking so glum? Come on, I'm here to make your life better!"

"I'm fine, I really am. I'm used to living in my prison," I replied, still mumbling.

"Don't tell me I came all the way here for nothing," Trista complained. "And anyway, you're dad can't be your prison officer forever. He has a life, you know."

"And me?"

"Well, I'm your prison officer now, and we're gonna do something or I'm honestly gonna call your mum to take a shift,"

"Fine."

What's wrong, NIk? Wait, is that lipstick on your cheek?"

"Wait, what?" I instinctively wiped my cheek, covering my face before realising how easily I'd been played.

Tris stifled a laugh. "Had another visit with your lady friend?"

"What? No. I've been under lockdown."

"Yeah right. Nice open window by the way."

"Shit." I quickly jumped off my bed, closing the window, and the curtains, if it made any difference, before sinking into the chair on the other side of the room. Tris got herself comfortable on my bed, eying me with an innocent smile across her face.

"Fine... What do you want?"

"What do I want? What do you want? I'm supposed to be your babysitter."

I stared at Trista, for a good few seconds. I knew I had to say it, but I couldn't make myself to. "I, I'm sorry."

"Sorry? For what?"

"Everything. I abandoned you, I got you, of all people, accused of arson. Arson!"

[to be continued]