Nyssa Nathalia Emerson
I wake up and check the time. It's almost 12. I sit up straight and look trough the window, it's a sunny day. I walk to my closet and grab some shorts and a cute top. I put my hair in a claw clip and walk to the kitchen. I make toast with avocado and some coffee. I st on the couch and find a fun movie while eating and drinking. When i'm done i clean up and put my shoes and jacket on.
On my way to the shops i see someone i know but i can't find that persons name. Yes i remember now. It's Aimene Serafta. A girl from high school that i used to be friends with. Let's hope she doesn't se- "Oh my god, Nyssa? Is that you?"
Well fuck
"Hello Aimene. Nice to see you again." Not. I hate this bitch. In highschool she gave me a bitchclap because i liked someone she apparently liked too. Like how the fuck does she wants me to know that. "You really had a big glow up, or can i better say a glow down?" She laughed like a damon and then had her stupid resting bitch face back.
I'm so done with her already.
"Did you even change a thing? You're still as ugly as you was in highschool." I fake smile and walk away from her. "Bitch, you were a slut. You liked all the boys from high school." Now i turned around. "I was the slut who liked al the boys? You were the slut who dated all the boys, so fuck off."
A smirk creeps up my face as she went quiet while i walked away.
Now let's buy some shit because a handsome men is coming this afternoon.
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Sorry for not posting a while and the short chapter. I'm in the car to Hungary and wasn't in the mood for writing yet.
So i hope ya'll like this one.
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