"I'd just like to inform you that I do not give a shit about what you want."
He rolls his eyes and turns to me. "I'd just like to inform you that you're a pain in the ass."
"Aw. You're too kind."
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Valentina Laskaris never expected much f...
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♫ Valentina ♫
I ALMOST CUT my ears off last night.
Eris wouldn't shut the fuck up even though I patted her plastic ass for 5 fucking minutes, long enough to put it to fucking sleep, checked her nappy and fed her.
So, in my sleep drunk state, I shoved her in the closet and stuffed a bunch of shit over her to drown out her cries. It worked, and I didn't care about anything else other than that.
When I wake up again, it's to the ball of blinding sunshine, aka Oliver, and Miles strutting into the room like they own the place.
And of course, Oliver finds Eris.
"Valentina! This is abuse!" He exclaims.
You would know everything about that.
"It shut her up. And it isn't even real." I shrug and his jaw drops.
"How would you like it if I shoved you in a closet and stuffed a bunch of clothes over you?"
Already happened before. But there were no clothes. And it was a tiny shed, not a closet.
"It depends on the type of closet. I'd probably find a way to make myself comfortable with all the clothes. Or, I'd shut the fuck up and learn my lesson to not talk."
You obviously didn't.
Oliver shakes his head at me and sighs. "I feel bad for your future children. I really do. If you have any."
Everyone should. You'd be a horrible mother.
You'd end up killing them.
"It's a doll, dumbass. Of course, I wouldn't do that to a child. But would you rather have a crying machine waking you up every two seconds or drown it out the only way you can think of in your sleep-deprived state?"
"I would look after it like a child. That's the whole point of it."
"The point is to learn how to look after a child, which is fucking stupid because it's a goddamn boarding school, and I'm pretty sure a child would shut up eventually. And I'm pretty sure it wouldn't have a fucking machine in it." I state, holding my hand out and gesturing to the plastic bitch. The doll. Not Celiac. "A malfunctioning one at that."
"Obviously. But the point is to learn and practice for when you deal with real children. Not shove them in closets and drop them when you get scared." I think my parents need this assignment more than I do.
"I think you should be having this conversation with Dallas. He threw it at me." I retort and Oliver's jaw drops again.
Jesus, this boy.
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After getting breakfast and changing into my uniform, I make my way to my class. English advanced.
