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ﾟﾟ･04.5 - ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴇsﾟﾟ

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

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ᴀʟɪᴄɪᴀ ᴋᴇʏꜱ, ʙʀᴇɴᴛ ꜰᴀɪʏᴀᴢ

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You made your way inside the complex, your shoulders stiffer than rocks. You got to your floor, the elevator buzz awakening your senses.

Stepping onto the wood-tile, the familiar feeling of being home for the first time in ages welted throughout the girl.

She stretched out her joints, the adrenaline of running around this time being obsolete. She'd have to get used to this the whole week.

She observed her living room and kitchen, scrunching her nose at the sight. She had only now discovered the aroma of her apartment, which was a combination of dirty socks and strong perfume.

You sighed, dragging your feet towards the kitchen countertop to put your school supplies atop it.

Your mother was a complete slob, she would put on an act whenever she'd leave their penthouse. She'd put on her makeup and look like a well-put-together, responsible adult. However, on the interior, she was completely different.

Their family of two was what most people considered 'wealthy' however, their lifestyle was no different from others except the house they lived in. They had the same problems any family would, due to her mother's persistent working, they had little to no time together to bond.

To top it off she was a workaholic in the business industry, rarely having time to do mediocre things like clean. Leaving the chores around the house to her daughter.

You knew your place though, you could do whatever you wanted as long as you carried your weight around the house, hence the immature tattoo and multiple piercings.

You started your work, distracting yourself with anything rather than homework. Dusting the top of the shelves, mopping and scrubbing the floor. Taking out the trash and rearranging miscellaneous items. You were a clean freak due to your mother's constant provoking and pressure.

Wiping the sweat off of your forehead, you looked around at your seemingly finished living room and kitchen.

It was perfect, just to your liking.

A sudden wave of tiredness washed over the girl, making you slouch slightly. You reluctantly made your way over to the kitchen, grabbing your belongings and dragging your feet towards your room.

You entered your room throwing your things onto your desk, not bothering to give it a second glance. As if a zombie, y/n groaned falling atop her bed, immediately fluttering her eyes closed and drifting off into a deep sleep.

Y/N stirred in her sleep, eventually becoming aware of her surroundings. She huffed, slowly lifting herself off of the bed, opening her eyes and adjusting to the light.

You speculated your attire, feeling an urge of discomfort. You took off your button-down and skirt, changing into sweatpants and a tank top.

"Why are skirts even a thing. They're so itchy." You asked yourself, half expecting a reply. You took out your phone, checking the time.