"I'm bored."
Arabella stares at the sky, blue and clear like the water. The organization had nothing to do for her so she was just told to "sit still" and do whatever she wanted. However, since she was a child m, she wouldn't do anything unless she was told so, and that's why she hasn't had enough time to know what she wanted. As such, but still at times-
She didn't mind at all
After all, her deceased father has left her since childhood but the monster that eventually grew in her remained, telling her to do things like murder, genocide, abuse, and...
Murder, genocide, abuse, and...
Abandonment, disownment, silent treatment.
Suicide, self-injury, and... and-
"Hello?"
Arabella resides back to reality, she sees a girl in front of her, with short black hair, pale blue eyes, a clean well well-ironed skirt, and a thousand bandages on her legs. She was holding something like glossy paper clutched onto her chest, maybe it was a poster. It was pretty small though.
"Are you Arabella?" The girl said with a soft yet shaky voice as if she was too shy to say something.
"Yes, and?"
"Well uhm, you see. The uhhh... Speech and Theatre invited you to join the play for the festival."
A play? Like a stage play? I've done that many times now, but I'm curious about how the play will go. These types of people are stupid and unimaginative after all.
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Little White Riding Hood
Ficção AdolescenteArabella is bad person. She kills people to live and that typically doesn't make her good, doesn't it? She tries her best, to play protagonist as much as she can, but can her job leave her some space for it? After all, trust was hard to display for...
