.~The Divinity Of The Unsane~.
There's an identity crisis four young adults are facing. On the verge of discovering themselves, they are faced with so many obstacles that either saves or kills them.
Priscilla Elzer South is the only daughter of a re...
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☆●PRISCILLA ELZER SOUTH●☆
A soft thud got me startled as I sat up on my bed, slowly bringing my knees up to my chest. Beads of saline fluids moved with relative ease all over my face. Without hesitation, I tilted my head to the left, only to behold my panel rod pocket curtains down on the marbled floor like a heap of clothes.
Groaning, I couldn't help but lament about this freaking house. Just minutes ago, I had laid on the softness of my bed, hoping to get some rest; only for this to happen.
Wiping the saline fluids with the back of my palm, I looked up and shot the air conditioner a glare. Evidently, it was on. It always has been on. But I was still sweating.
Cuss words almost flew out of my lips but I did a great job restraining my lips from vomiting all sort of absurdities this early morning. When would Mr Christian South understand the fact this villa is making me sick to the bones? Like, Everyone here with the inclusiveness of, the furniture and fixtures were constantly stirring up irritation and indignation within my very being.
Leaning over, I stretched my left hand towards the blue side table, eyed the round, dimmable, dolphin blue table lamp and held up my middle finger, prodding some buttons on the intercom.
"Good Morning, Priscilla." A voice shot over the intercom. And I knew it was no other foolish maid than Amanda.
"Get to my room, now!" I spoke into the intercom speaker with the most authoritative voice, one could use on a calm morning like this.
Stretching fully on my bed, I crossed my legs and stared with utter disgust at the stickers and posters on the blue walls of my room.
Who the fuck said that I fancied Disney characters? Else, what was Tinkerbell and her fellow creatures doing on my wall?!
Continual ripping of those stickers was exhausting. And the provocative part of all this was the instant replacement of them all...
by mother.
The door of my room flew open and I whipped my head instantly to know what guts the maids are having around this house to barge unpermitted, disrupting my lone time.
"Priscilla!"
It was mother. Shock was embedded in her facial expression as she took in my appearance. Looking away from her, I reached for the TV remote that was on the blue side table and proceeded to switch on the television.
"What is wrong with you this early morning, Cilla?! Why are you not yet dressed for school? Why can't you be like other punctual kids out there who gives their parents less trouble?!" She yelled.
My eyes were fixed on the TV screen as I watched the two female boxers fighting for the Light Weight Championship Belt. The pale skinned, average heighted lady who had her blonde hair tied in a bun was diligently delivering punches to her opponent- a tall, huge, red haired lady that had an obvious scar on her right chin.
