A/N:Tbh this is hilarious making diff stories abt -novas 😂😂 love ya

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Skye made her. It wasn't her idea. M rolled her eyes, shifting from side to side on one of those grey metal chairs. They were all surrounded in a circle, some quietly humming a beat, some watching anime, with no headphones. M went back on her tablet scrolling through Wattpad. Well, until a wrinkly hand snatched it. And not just hers, but everyone's devices.

"Excuse me, everyone. Today we will learn how to unplug ourselfs from devices." The thin lady smacked her lips, caked with red lipstick. M could hear all the mumbles, the buzz of the air conditioner, the shuffling feet.

"Why can't we just listen to music? It's not like I want to be at this stupid support group" someone replied back, along with a lots of YEAHS. M, one of the more quieter ones, shrunk back into her seats.

"Quiet, young rebels. We must have all our backs straight and-" someone yelled. The same guy, tooled the box of devices, and scattered them across the floor. The teens flocked it like kids at a dessert table. "Oh my!" The wrinkly lady shrieked, and ran back to her office.

M was still in her dark corner, munching on some chips. "Here's your device,quiet chick!" The mustard brown haired boy tossed the tablet to her. She fumbled with it for only a moment. All the teens piled up at the double doors, slid down the stairwell, to the gravel parking lot. M walked slowly, then popped in her earbuds, and sat at the corner of the third to last stair.

A rough finger tapped her shoulder. "Are you like, can you not talk?" M looked at the boy. He had tan hair, and brown eyes. M shook her head. "Wait, so yes or no?.."

"Yes I can speak." M said bluntly.

"Whoa. Okay. Well we should hang out some time." He replied.

M blushed. She had to lie to get out of this. "Sorry, my mom won't let me go out." She stood up, played a dubstep Japanese song on her tablet, and walked back to her humble home. She felt pretty proud of herself for getting out of that. M stepped to the upbeat music.

Ching Ching!!
Ring ringg! Ahh u Mona
Tah sa weee wooo
Kanish!
Tre tabuuuu
CHING CHONGGGG
WOOOOO
(This is not offensive)

M opened her old front door. Throwing her backpack and tablet she sat on her bed, which was of course, in the darkest point of the room. It was black, like everything in her room. Except her hair. That her mom won't let her dye. And she thought to herself, that was one of the best Support groups ever. Skye was right! (Like always)

And she snuggled up in her captain America fleece blanket, wishing she could be the one on one of those imagines she wrote. (That Skye kind of read).
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You will never get payback M!! And yes I did read some of yours... Oops. Anyways there should be a Skye imagine 😏😂. What am I thinking.
-Skye