The Devil's den; a notorious hangout for high school seniors, computer geniuses and competitive gamers. And a home to the most feared hacker between the students. Not the place for an innocent young highschooler to find themselves in. Francy's oldes...
It was finally the day of the Christmas party. And it was crazy. I was stressed, caffeine loaded, under pressure to bake 100 cookies on time, covered in flour but my god was I enjoying myself.
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I was decorating the Christmas tree cookies, with a pink glaze, my idea of course, wearing matching aprons with mom who was on her second wine glass, living the life. She had gone through all stages of a nervous breakdown before 11 am and was really at peace with the chaos in the kitchen.
I mean we had cooked a lot of the food the day before, but we had things that had to be done pre party. You'd think she would call caterers this year but she refused to do anything grandma would do.
Meanwhile in the living room, Dad and Ace were dragging chairs and tables, rearranging the whole furniture for the guests, Kai was supervising everything, going through the notes mom and dad laid out for him. We were all stressed except Rehan who asked to be the one cleaning the bathrooms. He was doing that meticulously for hours and when I went to check on him, he was- headphones in ears- blasting, scrubbing the floor with a mop. He gave me a wide grin and went back to cleaning. I think the fumes of the cleaning products got to him.
I took the last batch of cookies out of the oven to chill and took a quick look at my phone if there was a message from Elri ...wait pause. my boyfriend..
