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|2| ℒℴ𝓊𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℐ

  
Ten years later

I scrub the soap into my hair and let
it sit for a few seconds before
letting the warm water wash it out.

The heat helps easing the tension in my sore muscles, training has been kicking
my ass recently. I turn off the shower
and wrap a towel around my body.

I turn on music while walking
over to my black marble sink.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do
today or when I'm supposed to leave,
nonetheless, I'm going
to take my time getting ready for it;

The mornings are my time and
it wouldn't kill them to wait.

Once I finish drying my hair that likes
to frizz way too much, I walk into
my closet to get my outfit for the day.

I normally have a busy schedule so
I lay my clothes out at night, instead
of spending the whole morning
trying to figure out what to wear.

I also do it so I don't have to hear q
whoever I'm working with that day complain about me wasting their time.

I find it funny because I usually do
it on purpose, just to piss them off.

I'm usually partnered with Louis who
I have no problem with. we've known
each other for around six years
and even though we didn't like each
other at first, we are best friends now.

We're almost always with each other,
he's basically part of my family.

Wherever I go, Louis is with me.

Anyways, I go to where my
clothes were the night before
and realize they're gone...

And I know there is only one person
who would have the nerve or be brave enough to take stuff from my closet.

I walk into the hallway shouting
her name "Hannah!" she already
figures out what's happening, and
I hear her laughter from her bedroom.

I try to open her door to figure
out it's locked. This bitch.

Did she forget that we can all pick
the lock? I use a hairpin and around
a minute later the door lock clicks.

I barge into the room and see Hannah
sitting on her bed with a big
smile on her pink-freckled complexion

I slowly step toward her bed and
she tries to hush her
laughter while saying "Hi, my very
favorite big sister." I roll my eyes

"Where the fuck did you put my
clothes?" Even though I may
sound calm, I'm definitely not.

She does this all the time.