"I'll see you Monday?" I asked Ren.
"I'm really sorry for not telling you this." I gave her small smile and shook my head.
"We all have secrets."
"Bye." Like that, she left my car and was entering her house.
"What a fucking day." I muttered while driving off.
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"Oh, you didn't abandon me after all." Was the first thing my sister said when I entered the living room.
"You would die of starvation without me. My conscience wouldn't be clear if I abandoned you. Me abandoning you means certain death and I like not having dead relatives."
"Touche "
"So what're you playing." I plopped next to her on the sofa and watched her smash buttons into the controller.
"Mortal Kombat." She let out a curse when she saw that her health was low.
"Wanna have a friendly match?" I asked while getting the other controller.
"Sure, I wouldn't mind whooping your ass."
"We'll see about that."
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Peyton's mouth was wide open in shock. I guess it's cause I got a Flawless Victory. Yeah, you can say that I'm pretty awesome at everything that I do. That is one thing I'm happy the author gave me. The other things...not so much. She actually decided on a whim that the love of my life is going to die. Who the fuck does that!?! I'm talking about Vanessa of course. You may gasp in shock cause I didn't say that Ren is the love of my life. Well she isn't so sit the fuck down. I may like her, but love? Come on, it's only the sixteenth chapter! Wait, it's the sixteenth chapter? The author needs to get a fucking move on. In other stories, I would've dated Ren, then die and she would somehow end up pregnant, then a miracle happens where I'm not actually dead, the end. Then there would be sequel starring Ren and I's child where we are shown regularly. Wait, nevermind that sounds exhausting. Nevermind author, take all the time you need.
"Thank you." My head whipped in Peyton's direction.
"What?" I swear that the author was responding to my rant.
"What do you mean?" Peyton gave me a look of confusion.
"You just thanked me."
"No I didn't. Why would I thank you for slaughtering my ass in this stupid game?"
"Nevermind... "
" I worry about you sometimes, sis." Peyton shook her head and looked at me with pity.
"Says the chick who told an entire class 'Skittles and titties.' " I said while rolling my eyes.
"That was like a century ago."
"Its been a couple of days Peyton."
"Forget the technicalities and make me some food."
"You know that I pay the rent right?"
"Well we aren't living here for free." She drawled out sarcastically.
"Shut up. What I'm trying to say is that you should be doing a couple of things around the house now. Not lazing around begging for me to feed you. You're going to have to either get a job or learn how to cook." I told her sternly.
"I'd rather stick to drug dealing and pimping." Peyton waved me off.
"I'm being serious here."
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The Life Of Sarenda Sitzer(DISCONTINUED)
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