Their relationship was sweet as candy,
it was bright like the Sun and it was just like a fairytale~
But fairytale's are only stories you read to you're children well that's what some think anyway but not these two. They were determined to make this...
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-MUM-
"MUM I can't find my sock's for school!!"
I shouted from my room to my mother who was currently cooking downstairs, loud footsteps of a frustrated woman could be heard not a minute after my shout.
"THERE IN YOUR CLOSET!" She screamed loudly while banging open my door it leaving a visible dent in the wall . Wincing at her scary aura i hesitantly spoke "T-there not there..."
She pushed my figure onto my bed muttering a "move aside" storming over to my closet i bit my nails anxiously waiting to see if i was going to get my butt whipped or a brand new pair of school socks.
Her frantic searching hands stopped making my heart beat loudly in my rib cage. Gulping the knot in my throat I anxiously fiddled with my hands just hoping my silent prayers would be answered.
Turning to me her hair covered her dark eyes which I could feel staring into my soul making my sweat drop at the sudden feeling of the room growing a shade darker.
Looking down at her right hand which was currently holding a school sock in a tightly clenched fist. "EH? I SWEAR THAT WAS NOT HERE THIS MORN-."
"OUCH!! MA PLEASE LET GOO!"
Her hand which held my ear in a tight grip made the whole body part feel numb but it was a painful numb which REALLY doesn't make sense but this was my MOTHER we were talking about she can make the impossible become possible if you piss her off!
Dragging my stumbling self down the stairs she ignored my constant pleads of her to let go but instead pinched harder. Pushing me into the stool at the table she sighed heavily before suddenly kneeling down and placing my school socks onto my bare feet.
Staring wide eyed at the woman who i swear was just trying to murder me- hold and dress my foot with gentleness. Watching her every move with squinted eyes highly confused and suspicious of her change. Sus...
Standing up she dusted of her hands a smirk playing on her cherry coloured lips. "You're feet stink" her tone was teasing and playful to which i replied with a scoff and an eye roll "yeah,yeah whatever" i replied totally unbothered by her childish behaviour.
turning my stool around to face the table my stomach rumbled loudly when seeing the delicious homemade strawberry jam which my mother makes with her 'secret recipe' but i know she just found it off google. Smh.
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