"...𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭..."
"Nice?! I never said I was nice! Who said I was nice?!"
"Everybody-!"
"They're lying. I'm just crazy."
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Zawadi Agentow gets herself stuck in her Fame Desired Reality.
𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 �...
This is so long and so bad lol. Zawadi's outfits up top^^^
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"𝐁𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒, 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐒," Lauren hummed to herself as she painted her nails on the floor of the flat. Zawadi made sure to kick her as she walked passed causing her to miss her nail and stain her pyjamas. "Are you serious?!"
"Don't go mistaking me for you, Lauren," Zawadi rolled her eyes as she picked up the abandoned cups of tea.
"Da! She ruined my bottoms!" Lauren complained.
"Did she?" The man inquired not taking his eyes off the TV, "dinnae see it."
"You asked for it," Cara said from where she stood in the kitchen putting away dishes.
"Is no one on my side?!"
"No," her family chorused and she huffed angrily.
"Besides, Zawadi isn't a Brat, she's an Icke princess," Blaise cooed, tickling Zawadi under the chin and she smacked his hand away angrily.
"You won't be saying that when she unhinges her jaw like a snake and swallows you whole in your sleep," Richard grunted appearing from down the hall holding Zawadi's guitar in hand.
"What are you doing with that?!"
He looked at her innocently as he lounged on the couch, "I'm gonna be a star like you," he cooed sarcastically, strumming her guitar without rhyme or reason.
"Give it back."
"Nah."
"Give it back!"
"Finders keepers."
"You stole it from ma room!" She yelled.
"Aye, just one morning of peace with us all together, that is all I feckin' ask for but nooooo," Pat muttered under her breath from where she and Nona sat at the dining table. Nona had become accustomed to ignoring them over the years turning the page of her newspaper.
"It's mine now!"
"Give it!" She stomped her foot losing her temper.
He held it at arm's length, the other hand keeping Zawadi away. "Give it back! You'll break it!"
She shoved his hand away and poked him in the side, he made a choked sound dropping her guitar to the floor.
Zawadi gasped and everyone seemed to freeze.
"Oh, now he's done it."
"It's not broken, I swear."
Zawadi lashed out, a tiny fist smacking him in the nose. "Oh fuck!" He cursed cradling his face as Zawadi ran to grab her guitar and sprint to her room. Not before punching him a second time which was all he needed to lunge after her.
