Ryle's car pulls up in front of a large, elegant house. The engine turns off, and the doors open simultaneously.
Ryle steps out first, followed by Cheska, Jacqueline, Mae, and Mark. The group gazes up at the magnificent house, their eyes wide with awe.
Cheska spoke, "Ryle, is this really your house? It's incredible!"
"Yeah, it's been in my family for generations. Welcome, everyone!"
Jacqueline muttered, "I had no idea Ryle came from such a wealthy background."
They enter the house and make their way up the grand staircase.
Ryle leads them down a long hallway, filled with paintings and family portraits, until they reach a set of double doors.
Ryle opens them, revealing a spacious and tastefully decorated bedroom.
Theygasp in astonishment as they step inside. The room is filled with luxurious furniture, an enormous bed with silk sheets, and a large desk with a state-of-the-art computer setup.
Mark spoke, "This is insane, Ryle! You're living like a king!" he laughs.
Jacqueline sits at Ryle's desk, an open notebook in front of her, as she meticulously plans out the structure of their pre-defense video.
She scribbles down ideas, occasionally pausing to glance at her laptop screen, where she has a list of key points for their presentation.
"Okay, we'll start with a brief introduction, highlighting our research objectives... Then we can move on to the methodology and data analysis... And finally, conclude with the significance of our findings..." she softly spoke.
As Jacqueline continues to organize her thoughts, Ryle walks over, guilt etched on his face. He hesitates for a moment before speaking up.
"Guys, I need to tell you something... I haven't even started on the PowerPoint presentation yet."
The room falls silent. Cheska, Mae,and Mark turn their attention to Ryle, their expressions shifting from curiosity to frustration.
Mae looks at the time, "Dude! It's 2:30 pm! We have to film! What do you mean you haven't started, Ryle? We've been counting on you to do your part for weeks!!"
Jacqueline raises her voice, "We're running out of time, Ryle. How could you neglect such an important task?"
Cheska sighs, "We've all been working hard on this project, and now it feels like you've let us down."
Jacqueline looks up from her notebook, a mix of concern and annoyance on her face.
"Ryle, we discussed this. We agreed on the tasks and responsibilities. It's not fair for you to leave us hanging like this."
Ryle spoke, "I know, and I'm sorry. I got caught up with some personal matters, and I lost track of time. I truly apologize, guys."
Cheska crosses her arms, clearly not satisfied with Ryle's explanation.
"Oh, personal matters? I guess those are more important than our academic obligations, right? Like your girlfriend and vaping?"
Mae, visibly upset, steps forward, her voice trembling with frustration.
"Ugh! Ryle!!!"
Ryle hangs his head, feeling the weight of his mistake.
"Sorry guys!!" he chuckled.
Jacqueline takes a deep breath, attempting to diffuse the tension.
"Ryle do it now!"
"Okay, okay, fine" it took him minutes to find the perfect music.
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Unspoken Desires
General FictionCheska, a girl whose heart bore the weight of abandonment, had carried the scars of her past with her throughout her life. The wounds ran deep, originating from the neglect she had endured at the hands of her parents. Their absence had left her with...
