City full of Empty People

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𝙹𝙰𝚂𝚈𝚁𝙰 𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙺𝚂

I quickly grabbed the daggers and attached them to my silver belt. It was fortunate that my Sweater managed to hide the blades almost completely, making it harder for people to judge.

The Novak weren't keen on weapons. Their voices were their weapons. Real blades, guns and so on were the enemy's priority.

I enjoyed carrying those weapons around though and not only because they were a gift of my dad. Since my voice was not the strongest inside my community, it was the only way I could manage to feel at least some safety.

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I didn't even try taming my hair. It was no use anyways.

Stepping out of the bathroom I made my way to my brothers room. His room was way bigger and brighter. He deserved it though, he won the bet years ago.

It's not my fault I'm bad at throwing things.

"Wake up, little guy." I threw a pillow at him.

I missed.

Like I said, throwing was not one of my strengths.

"Get out." His high pitched voice made me cringe.

"No, you get up." I snitched the blanket from him.

"I hate you." He got up now, with quite a bit of hesitation.

"You love me." The silly face I was making did not seem to convince him.

"And don't call me that." He pulled a shirt over.

"What?" I let myself fall on the chair beside his desk.

"Little guy. I'm not so little anymore, alright."

"You're 13."

"Exactly." He made his way over to the chair I was sitting in.

I stood up.

"Exactly." I gave him a sassy smile and quickly tousled his brown hair. He looked ridiculous. I didn't care.

"Come on, Bailey. Let's go eat."

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"... and that's why kangaroos are fake." Bailey sat up straighter in his chair, proud of the stupid little presentation he just held. He shoved the rest of his sandwich in his mouth.

"That's beyond stupid." I slowly poked my food, not having an appetite.

"He's created a new kind of stupid, mom." I finished talking and could already sense my brothers glare on me.

"Stop it, Jasyra. Be nice to your brother and finish your food, you're not eating anything." My mom was busy in the kitchen, only listening to certain parts of our conversation.

"Oh , he'll get over it he just got to be dramatic first." I took a bite of the mash on my plate. I loved my mom, I really did, but cooking was certainly not one of her specialties.

"The dark circles under your eyes make you look ridiculous, Jasyra. Don't you sleep at night?" My brother's attempt at roasting me.

"Ha ha, I'm actually very pretty if you close your eyes." I faked a smile and proceeded poking the mash on my plate.

"Whatever makes you feel better." Bailey stood up, picked up his backpack, ready to go to school. He glanced over to me.

"It was a joke, don't be dramatic." And with that last statement he sprinted out the door.

"Nice joke bro, now I'm insecure!" I don't think he heard it anymore. I got up and went to help my mom with the dishes.

"I'm like 104% tired." I picked up the plates and started washing them up.