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"his hair looks like corn-on-the-cob.." she murmured under her breath, trying so desperately to be discreet about her comment.
"huh?" the tougher-looking student turned to stare at his companion, an eyebrow raised. "what did you...
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── ❝Chapter 25: Karma's a Bitch! ❞ ──
❝ When will you learn that your actions have consequences!? ❞
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MUCH TO YOUR DISAGREEMENT, you were ushered home by Raiden and sent to your room. But not before he gave you an incredibly awkward conversation about dating.
"I'm only a year younger than you," you stated after entering your room, turning on your heel to glance at your brother. "As long as you don't give me the sex talk.."
"Oh trust me--" Raiden smiled sinisterly. "..That's next on my bucket list."
With a whine of protest, you shut the door in his face, listening as his laughs echoed down the long hallway. As soon as they seemed to originate from downstairs, you sighed and pushed yourself away from the door's surface.
Even if you felt different now, your plans had not changed.
Snatching an unused envelope, a pair of headphones, and your laptop, all from your desk, you sat onto your bed and got to work.
The sun gradually fell from the sky and subsequently, the moon rose to the peak. After hours upon hours upon hours of work, you pridefully pressed the tab on the envelope and slipped it into your hoodie pocket. The ticking of your wall clock suddenly caught your attention, urging you to look up at it for the first time in a few hours.
Three in the morning, you briefly thought, slipping on your shoes, strapping a mask to your face, and snapping the window lock up.
Nervously fiddling with the envelope in your pocket, you began to climb down the house.
It was after you landed on the cleanly-mowed grass of your front lawn that you left the vicinity, watching the lines of the sidewalk as you trekked further and further from your house.
And that was when you had arrived.
The station was generally empty, the only officers on-duty being too tired to care about the teenage girl who walked into the despondent-looking police station.
Tugging your mask further up on your face, you walked quickly over to the front desk and placed the envelope on the surface.
