(COMPLETED) Elodie a girl who has had a very hard life , dealing with cranks she thinks her life can't get any worse. It did , when she met kids from wicked .
Endgame: Minho
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— CHAPTER 1 how it started. — ——————————————————————
My name is Elodie this is my story of how I survived and how I died.
I woke up to the sound of dishes clattering together. I looked at the clock hanging in my almost empty room and groaned when i saw how early it was.
I changed into my outfit for the day. The outfit was a beige tank top, black pants, a black leather jacket and boots. I had to dress prepared considering the desert surrounding the city i live in.
I walked out to the kitchen and my dad was mumbling to himself.
"morning." I said. He didn't answer and then held up a plate.
"Where is the third plate?" He said sounding angry. " why does it matter? It's just us now." I said kinda sad.
"Where is it." He was stern, i could tell it was one of those days. I knew where the plate was; in the landfill. It was my mom's plate and I accidentally dropped it two nights before.
" I'm not sure, maybe someone stole it." I said sounding scared. " don't lie to me! " he said, his anger growing higher" it was an accident-" before i could said anything else he threw one of the plates on the ground and it shattered.
"What the hell!" I said sounding kinda angry " how did I end up with a kid like you." He looked me in the eyes and I didn't acknowledge what he said.
"Listen. You need to accept that mom is gone. She turned and she's a crank. She doesn't love us anymore!" I said almost crying.
"Get out of my house." He said. The whole mom getting the flare thing was really tough on him.
I grabbed my backpack and a piece of toast off his plate. He went to grab my hand but i was to quick and left.
