𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟏𝟯

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I stormed into the dining hall, having all eyes on me

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I stormed into the dining hall, having all eyes on me.


Wait till this bitch is dead because I punched her until death.



,,Valerie. This is not a good idea. Wai- we can talk with her.", Lucas tried to calm me down.


,,How did this piece of shit even came in here again?!", I shouted back at him.



I walked right in front of her, yelling into her face.


,,You little bitch. Why are you even here? What did I do to you that you disrespect me like trash?", I asked, still shouting.



,,Because you love Emilio and want to steal him away?!", she stood up and also shouted.



,,Huh? Why should I be in love with him? I am not even one week he-", I stopped myself and sat beside Lucas.


,,I don't even want to argue about this. Children drama.", I mumbled and rolled my eyes.


I began eating and chatting with Lucas about the ball and mission.


Adora didn't said anything and just ate with Emilio.


He still loves her.


Pathetic.


,,I am going to my room. When someone wants to come in, just tell them I'm busy", I said and walked out of the dining hall into my room.


Adora is the most childish person I know.


I can't believe she's 20.


At the thought of that, I rolled my eyes and sat on the chair in front of my desk.


I put the music on loud and started to draw.


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Hours started to pass by and it was midnight.


Wow, I drew for a long time.


I went silent out of my room, in my pajamas I recently changed into, and to the kitchen. I'm always hungry, trust me.


My eyes wandered around the things that were in the fridge, but there wasn't really anything left.


He should really go grocery shopping.


The only things that I found were some crackers and soda.


Guess this is my midnight snack.


I brought my sketchbook with me so I could draw.


It's more silent here than it was hours ago, so maybe it was easier here to sketch than in other rooms.


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