.~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...
Author's Note: I forgot to bring this up in the last chapter, but it is what it is. Priscilla's mom- Diane South is actually obsessed with Tinkerbell.💀
Yes, she is. I'm glad a reader didn't just see that as sth normal. So, that's that for now.
Also, that hint I dropped in Part 1 of 'Photoshopped Personality' no one could even guess?🤣😭
Well, I said it.💀 No one will ever get the hint I dropped there. And that hint, hmm, you guys will be shocked when the time comes for it to be uncovered.😗
There will be another character that WOULD BE INTRODUCED LATER. Actually, two other major characters will be introduced as scenes unfold, but it would a gradual process- their introduction.
I'm particularly excited about the third character that will be introduced in this book, but before then, I'll achieve sth with the main characters I'm currently working with.😌❤
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☆PRISCILLA ELZER SOUTH☆~
Like a light bulb about to give out, my eyes twitched, having me breathe so hard as I watched the intense fight, getting nearly chaotic.
Uncontrollable feelings surged through my body, my fingers tingling in delight as she slammed her left fist at her opponent's already smashed face, before taking a backward move and flexing her muscles while waiting for the other to push herself up.
As the two female boxers circled at a steady pace, I dug my teeth into my bottom lip as I paused, no froze while watching them with utter bliss.
That was my anger outlet.
Watching TV- not just TV but my favourite boxing show calms me in ways nothing else can.
Digging deeper into my bottom lip, the sudden flinging open of my room door, got me lazily dragging my eyes away from the screen to behold whoever it was that stormed in unannounced at such an ungodly hour of the night.
My eyes rested on that beautiful but saddened face of hers, which had me letting out a frustrated, miserable sigh.
Where was she all this damn while? And why in the world is she in my room?
"Can you..." Mother stared in disgust at the television screen my eyes was once glued on. "Can you switch that off?"
No.
"Why are you here?" I was a bit pleased but more provoked seeing her for the first time since today.
"Your father told me everything you did. He's mad with rage, Cilla. I wouldn't have painstakingly made sure that your room looks this pretty and girly had I known you'd be such a disappointment." Mother said, snatching the remote from my hand as she went on to switch off the television.
