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lovedrruunk · 27 days ago
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'A Fresh Start 𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐[part ii]
When the mysterious new girl in town makes a lasting first impression, you make it your goal to befriend and welcome her to the town. [Part i] playlist!!!
self deprecating stalker jinx ill luv u 4eva & eva & eva...
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"Hey."
"Hi!"
“. . .”
“. . . ?”
“. . .”
“. . . ???”
You blinked, waiting for her to say literally anything else, but nope. Just “hey.” and now she was standing there, looking like she was on the verge of shitting her pants while you wondered if this was how all her conversations went.
Surprisingly you didn’t feel awkward or uncomfortable, more so confused. Looking around, your eyes landed on your old neighbor who’s own eyes were on the girl in front of you. He was giving her this look of judgment. It wasn’t obvious or harsh but it was still there. And then it clicked.
This was her.
The newcomer who moved into that old cottage on the outskirts of town. The one Mrs. Van Dee Kamp couldn’t stop speculating about, the one Mr. Gallagher said “looked like trouble”, and the same one you were so curious about. 
It wasn’t long before your group started to shuffle awkwardly, clearly ready to move on. They glanced at her, the kind of quick, hesitant looks people gave when they didn’t want to seem rude but also didn’t want to linger. One by one, they made their excuses, mumbling something about needing to get back to their stalls. They took a couple of steps away, looking back once they realized you weren’t following.
“I’ll catch up with you guys later!” you called, waving them off.
Turning back, you realized she was already staring at you, her wide pink eyes locked onto yours like you’d just caught her doing something she wasn’t supposed to.
“Hi!” you started... for the second time now.
“Uh… yeah.” she said, her voice flat as if responding to a completely different conversation.
Not exactly the warmest start, but you continued. “You’re new in town right? People have been talking, but you know, nothing bad! They’re just curious.”
Her eyes glanced left then right as you were talking, like she was scanning for an exit. “Yeah. New.”
You tilted your head. “Well, welcome. I’m–”
“Okay.” she cut you off, her tone abrupt.
“...Okay?” you repeated, blinking.
“Yeah. Thanks. Bye.”
Before you could say another word, she spun on her heel and started walking… no, speed-walking, towards the dirt path that lead into the forest.
You stood there, frozen, your brain scrambling to process what had just happened. Did she seriously just… run away? Mid-conversation?
It took you a solid few seconds to realize your jaw was hanging open. Shutting it quickly, you looked around, half expecting someone to jump out with a camera and tell you that it was a prank.
But no. The mysterious girl who had everyone talking had just bolted, leaving you standing there like an idiot.
And for some reason, instead of being offended, you couldn’t help but laugh.
Who was she? And what kind of person walked away from a perfectly normal greeting? Mind you, a greeting she had started. You didn’t know why, but suddenly, you were dying to find out.
. . .
This feeling wasn’t technically new.
For weeks, you’d felt it, that weird sensation on the back of your neck, like someone was watching you. At first, it had been easy to ignore. You told yourself it was just your brain playing tricks. It was harmless. Whatever.
But now? Not so much.
The feeling wasn’t just there when you stood still like it was before, it followed you now. Around the market, down quiet streets, even when you stopped to chat with neighbors. You’d catch glimpses, a blur of blue hair disappearing behind a corner, the faintest sound of boots on the gravel.
More than once, you were so sure you’d catch them. You’d spin around at the sound of a shuffle or a shadow that felt too close. But by the time you looked? Nothing. Just an empty alley or a completely innocent looking street lamp.
It was driving you nuts.
You didn’t have to guess who it was either. You knew it was her. The girl from the square, Powder, or whatever her name really was. The way she’d bolted last time you tried to talk to her? That had to mean something.
Now it wasn’t just about being watched. It was about her. What was her deal? Why was she sneaking around? Why couldn’t she just talk to you?
You're own feelings about the situation were confusing you. You didn't necessarily... mind it. Unlike the other townsfolk, you didn't see her as a threat. She didn't seem like the type who would go out of her way to harm you. So 'why' was the question, and you were determined to figure it out.
Every time you caught a glimpse of her, something tugged at you. It wasn’t just the mystery of it all, though that was definitely part of it. There was something about her, it's like she didn't want to be seen yet wanted all of your attention.
And you wanted to know why. Why so secluded? Why so interested in your mundane countryside life?
It wasn’t like the townsfolk were any help either. They whispered about her, sure, 'the new girl with the blue hair and the weird vibes' but that’s all they did. Whispers. Speculation. None of them had actually tried to get to know her as far as you could tell.
Which left it to you.
The more you thought about it, the more determined you got. You didn’t want to believe she was some big, bad menace just because she didn’t fit into their little box of what people here were 'supposed' to be like. She was human, and just as deserving of a community as anyone else. So, yeah, you had questions.
And, apparently, she had no intention of giving you any answers.
It was almost funny how good she was at avoiding you. You’d be walking down the street, sure you'd spotted her near the bakery, and then poof. Gone. Like she had been a figment of your imagination. It was starting to feel like a game, except you knew something she didn't. How to cheat.
. . .
“Alright, I know you’re in there!” you yelled, leaning closer to the door as your fist continued to bang on the wood. “You can’t hide forever!”
Silence.
You squinted at the cottage, the place looked... interesting. It was still that run down creepy cottage you remembered always seeing whenever you passed by, but it was strangely... lively. Big scraps of metal and parts outside, colorful flowers (although wilted), and colorful graffiti that seemed to cover every side.
Snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you knocked again harder, this time raising your voice. “I’m not leaving until you open this door!”
Still nothing.
“Powder! Or... whatever your name is!” you shouted, hoping the use of her name might get a reaction.
From inside, you swore you heard a faint creak. A floorboard, maybe? It was hard to tell over the sound of your heart hammering in your ears. You leaned forward, pressing your ear to the door.
“I can hear you in there, you know.” you tried, softening your tone just a bit, stepping back from the door. “I’m not mad or anything. I just want to talk! That’s all.”
The silence that followed felt even more deafening than before. For a second, you wondered if you’d imagined the sound altogether.
And then, just as you were about to knock again, the door creaked open.
Barely.
A narrow space, enough for one pink eye to peek through.
“What do you want?” came a voice.
It wasn’t hostile exactly, but it wasn’t friendly either. Cautious. Suspicious.
You blinked, caught off guard by just how intense her gaze was up close.
“Uh, hi?” you started, scrambling for words that didn’t sound totally ridiculous. “We’ve been running into each other a lot lately- well, okay, more like you’ve been running away- but I just wanted to…” You trailed off, realizing you hadn’t actually planned this far ahead.
Her eye narrowed slightly, not moving to open the door any wider.
“...check in?” you finally finished, wincing at your own words.
The door inched shut a little more.
“Wait, wait!” you said frantically as you held up your hands.
“I mean it! No tricks, no weird town gossip or whatever. I just… I think we got off on the wrong foot. Can we maybe start over? I'd love to be friends.”
Her eye flicked to your hands, then back to your face. For a moment, you thought she was actually gonna let you in.
Instead, she sighed. “You shouldn’t have come here.”
Her voice was quieter now, laced with something you couldn’t quite place. Regret? Fear?
“Why not?” you asked gently, lowering your hands.
But she didn’t answer, instead she gave you this long silent look. And just as you were about to speak up again, the door shut and the bolt slid into place.
“Well, okay then.”
. . .
[Part iii]
when i talk abt the town pls imagine a Minecraft village or something of the sort ...
this chapter was SOOOO SELF DIVULGENT btw lololol was totally laughing my ass off writing it. I hope the difference in the way i write their povs is noticeable!!! also its 2am rn ill make sure to proof read in the morning... maybe...
part 3 sometime this week probs! it'll go back to being in pows pov ≽^•⩊•^≼˚
notes r appreciated & thx 4 reading as aaalways XOXOXOXO
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topurdunews · 1 month ago
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آزادی فلسطین کی جد و جہد میں ہم فلسطینی عوام کے شانہ بشانہ کھڑے ہیں:حافظ نعیم الرحمان
(عثمان خان)امیر جماعت اسلامی حافظ نعیم الرحمان نے کہا ہے کہ آزادی فلسطین کی جد و جہد میں ہم فلسطینی عوام کے شانہ بشانہ کھڑے ہیں۔فلسطینی سفیرنے کہا ہے کہ فلسطینی پاکستان کو اپنا دوسرا گھر سمجھتے ہیں۔ امیر جماعت اسلامی حافظ نعیم الرحمان نے اسلام آباد میں فلسطینی سفارت خانہ میں فلسطین کے سفیر ڈاکٹر زھیر زید سے ملاقات کی ہے،امیر جماعت اسلامی نے پاکستان میں تعیناتی پر نئے فلسطینی سفیر کو خوش آمدید…
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eshragcom · 2 months ago
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فريدريك جد دونالد ترامب.. ألماني هرب من التجنيد إلى أميركا
اشراق العالم 24 متابعات عالمية عاجلة: نقدم لكم في اشراق العالم24 خبر “فريدريك جد دونالد ترامب.. ألماني هرب من التجنيد إلى أميركا” فريدريك ترامب، رجل أعمال أميركي من أصل ألماني، وجد الرئيس الأميركي . وُلد عام 1869 في بلدة كالشتات بألمانيا، لعائلة فقيرة مما اضطره للعمل حلاقا عقب وفاة والده، قبل أن يقرر الهجرة إلى  في أكتوبر/تشرين الأول 1885 هربا من الخدمة العسكرية. انتقل فريدريك إلى الغرب…
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ii2xj · 6 months ago
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ibrahimshoukri · 6 months ago
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في تغييرات كتير هتطرأ علي شخصيتي الفترة الجاية أول حاجه كلمة تطرأ ده
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mo3azzz · 25 days ago
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وعقب الغلا يجيه مني مهابه 😔
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anemonecoronaria · 2 months ago
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My music taste is so jumbled that whenever somebody asks me what I listen to i’m like wow nothing
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0796518181 · 8 months ago
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mohamed0-0 · 2 years ago
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‏دايماً تيجي الصدف الحلوه وانت لابس لبس أي كلام
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achikalaab · 12 days ago
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تهكير هاي داي 2025 النسخة الأصلية 🤑 موقع جد رهيب للحصول على جواهر هاي دا...
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sauditowzef · 2 months ago
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وظائف حراس امن في جدة للمواطنين والمقيمين
وظائف حراس امن أعلن عنها اليوم مصنع ادوية في جدة، انضم إلى فريق العمل وتعرف على الوظائف الشاغرة التي تناسب امكانياتك، وللمزيد من التفاصيل فضلا تابع باقي المقال.
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texasnuclearcollege · 2 months ago
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جد ڢانچي عوم جاببار
عوم جاببار جد ڢانچي
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ii2xj · 5 months ago
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" أقبيحٌ ماسُتِّر؟ "
هالقتباس قريته من شوي واستفزني وايد صراحة! يعني هو بكل بساطة أسأل عمرك هالسؤال: ' بتخبي جوهرتك الثمينة عن عيون الناس ولا بتعرضها بكل رُخص لمن هب وذب؟'
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emptiness-23 · 2 years ago
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لازم اكتب رحلتي من الانعزال لصحبتي مع الجيران و الناس الي ما بعرفهم ...
عاساس بس اسلم ع جارتنا من الباب ع سريع لانه صرلي زمان ما اطمنت عليها... ما بعرف كيف صرت عم اشرب شاي عندهم و عم اسلم ع عمو و دقت لبنتها فيديو و يلا...
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zad-alrahiel · 22 days ago
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من علامات انتكاسك تضييع وقتك في أشياء تافهة، والسرعة في العبادات تود لو أنها تنتهي.
ثم تترك أذكار الصباح والمساء والقيام، وكل النوافل، فتصبح قلعتك خالية بدون حصون، فيسهل على الشيطان اقتحامها.
وأول فرض يسقط منك هو الفجر! فتنام عنه تارة غير متعمد وتارة أخرى متعمد!
هلاّ عدت؟
فإن جلوسك على الأرض مؤذٍ، قم قاوم جد واجتهد، واعلم أن (نجاتك في مناجاتك).
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riyads-world · 2 months ago
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بالكتابة اصبحنا أصدقاء لبشر لن نلتقي بهم أبدا...لبشر تصلهم حروفنا في ثواني لبشر يرحبون بكلماتنا في كل وقت و حين...
لمن يلامسون نبض قلوبنا من رعشات تلك الحروف...لمن يحدثون هل نحن بخير أم لا
لمن يقرأون بين السطور من نحن...اصدقاء أصبحنا...جد اصدقاء...
فحتى هذه الصداقات الإلكترونية جميلة أحيانا...بل رااائعة..."اصدقاء الحرف"..
اصدقاء الحروف دمنا محبين للحروف و الكلمات...حتى النقاط بيننا تصبح لها معنى ... فعن نفسي اقول شكرا لكل من قرأ حروفي...شكرا لكل من نقدني... شكرا لكل من نثر ورودا في طريق كلماتي... فمن زرع الورد سيكون له حاصدا ....
فيا رب أسعدهم وادخل الطمأنينة في قلوبهم
رغم أننا لن نلتقي أبدا...أو ربما...ربما نلتقي يوما ما
🌹 يسعد صباحكم 🌹
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