"Why are you laughing?"
She continued to giggle. "A giant you are, you're still a cute puppy to me."
He smirked as he moved closer to her. His face inches away from hers. Feeling his warm breath on her lips, her heart pounded faster and harder.
"Sho...
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꧁ ✿ ᴄ ʜ ᴀ ᴘ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ 21 ✿ ꧂
" Buried but not forgotten. "
°•° ✿ °•°
[ Aru pov ]
2 years later.....
If Monday wasn't a shit day, I don't know what was. With a slap on my face, I stood up from my bed, dragging my feet to the bathroom. As usual, starting my refreshing routine in an attempt to freshen myself up but it quickly became a failed attempt when I looked at the mirror.
I scowled at the reflection, displeased by my panda eyes. It was expected, considering I stayed up till late last night to finish the assignments that had been piling.
I am gonna file a lawsuit against that blabbering wig head.Just you wait.
With a few taps and brushing of makeup on my face to cover up the catastrophe, I shrugged on my tote bag before taking one last look at the mirror. I smiled, glad that I bought this comfy black jumpsuit matched with white stripes that radiated simplicity. It came along with a white tee that complemented very well.
Luckily the makeup did its trick, if not, people would be calling the police, reporting that they had spotted a zombie walking around the street.
Whoever created this masterpiece, bless you.
Finally pleased with everything, I decided to work on my legs to leave the comfort of my home. Certainly, one might think that I would be stretching like one of those Disney princesses, inviting the morning with a smile and blue birds circling me as if I was some kind of tree for them to perch on. Well, that's one way to think stupidly.
To clarify, I did yawn but it won't be as melodic as those Disney princesses. Take an ogre as an example. It was summer and I don't appreciate how the sun was such a busybody, trying to tan me when I never asked for it.
At this point, photosynthesis might occur inside me and I could make my food without wasting any effort.
Not a bad thing, multipurpose is very convenient.
As usual, the bus would be packed with clothed meats— people and me being the tiny person I was, easily became the relative of burger meat that was squashed in between two pieces of bread. Oh, and should I mention that bus drivers suck? Do they have to stop abruptly every time? If my butt was made of Vibranium I wouldn't have to complain every time my butt landed harshly on the floor.
Elderly were an exception. I am surprised how they could still drive at that age.
I checked my watch and seeing it had almost reached my scheduled time, I started tapping my foot nervously. Thank God who decided to show me mercy today as the bus had finally arrived at my stop.
