SHE'S THE DEMON

8

Youkozo. This is a picture of how Loren looks. Cute right. Anyways, the plots are picking up. It time for a smexy date
😏. Kidding

Anyways, let's get it.

Monday rolled over quicker than I expected. The weekend had dragged on slowly, making me wish it would pass by faster. But with the arrival of Monday, I'm too excited.

The weekend had been long for me, and staying at home anticipating Monday made it longer.

My family had looked at me wierldly as my actions were really suspicious and I barely sat still at home. I did a lot of things to keep myself busy, I even got a haircut, trimming my hair that had gotten a little long in the past month.

I got home late on Friday evening after dropping Jamie at his house, I barely greeted anyone and went upstairs to my room and slept

Waking up early on Saturday, I did the strangest thing. Well strange, according to my baby sister.
What exactly was so weird about me doing house chores?

I stare at her, giving her a weird look, and She glared at me
"Don't stare at me like I don't know your thoughts. Of course, it's weird. You never wake up early on Saturday like never. No matter how early you sleep on Friday, you never wake up early Saturday morning, and do you know what makes this worse? You are doing housework."

"So?" I stare at her and shrug as I vacuum the carpet in the living room.

"Loren, you don't do housework. You hate it."
She stared at me, three of her fingers held together raised to her face.

"I don't hate it."
I say, removing the dirty contents of the vacuum trash in the bin. "I just don't see the need to do it all the time."

She rolls her eyes again. "Which means you hate it," she says in a manner of fact.

"I just said I don-

"Whatever." She cuts in getting up." There is no need for extra commentary." She adds and walks to the kitchen.

I stare at her. Look at this child, I really want to smack her.

"If you hit me, I will tell mum."

Snitch

"If you know my thoughts well, don't trigger me." I say, going to keep the vacuum cleaner in the mini store room by the stairs.

"Whatever you say." She turns, taking out a frying pan from the cupboard.

My parents come down the stairs, giving me weird looks. My dad, holding his Ipad under his arm, taps my shoulder strongly. I stare at him, confused before looking at my mum. The same brown eyes stare at me but hers, shining with intention.

"How nice of you to be awake this early. May I ask why?" She asks, adjusting her robe and going towards the kitchen to a where my dad sat at the dining table and took a seat.

The kitchen and dining were together separating the living room with a half wall.

A long couch in the living room was placed by the wall tgay divided both sides. You can sit on the couch and look at what was going on in the kitchen area.

Another wall covers part of the living room where the entrance door is. If someone walks in, the first place they can see aside the stairs is the kitchen in the left corner of the house.

"Nothing much, just waking up early." I answered, walking to the countertop table where three bar stools sat.

I sit on one watching my sister mix flour for pancakes. Her own brown hair was packed in a bun, and she wore blue jeans and a black and white stripped sleeveless top.