Chapter two:
I woke up to a delicious smell. I walked to the kitchen, and I saw a delicious breakfast. I stomach growled.
"You hungry, precious?" Gina asked.
"Nope." I lied. Tip #64:don't eat. You'll only get fatter.
People say I'm not fat, but my dad said it so many times, I started believing it. It was one of those "you can say it all the time, but I will never believe it".
"You sure? You didn't eat yesterday either." She said.
"Yea. I ate before we left."
"I didn't see it."
"Well I did. Let it go. I know what I did and didn't do." And I know that I didn't eat.
"Okay. Whatever you say." She sighed and continued to make the other boys plates. "Can you get the boys for me?"
"No." But of course I didn't say that. "Sure, sis." I walked to the stairs and shouted "FOOD IS DONE, FUCKTARDS!" But of course, I said "FOOD IS DONE, GUYS!" instead.
I walked around the house, giving myself a tour. I noticed they had a recording booth. I squealed and called Gina up.
"I'm guessing you need me to do the controls." She said and I nodded. "What is your song about this time?" She asked.
"Same old."
"Depressing suicidal shit?" She asked.
"Of course. Except the this one is kind of a rap type one." I walked into the booth. She started working the controls. I said something into the microphone before I started sing/rap these lyrics:
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YOU ARE READING
Hired for Him.//Riker Lynch
Humor"I wish I could stop the crying, yelling, and fighting because words hurt too. More than you would ever know" -Maisha
