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001 | ᴛʀᴜᴄᴋ-ᴋᴜɴ'ꜱ ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ. ↵
❝ 𝐒𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄, 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃, ❞
WITH PAPER IN FRONT OF YOU and a mechanical pencil in your hand, you stared at particularly nothing while you tried to process the whole thing.
You, L/N Y/N, were a normal seventeen-year-old teenager who was returning home after hanging out with your best friend. But, on the way, a truck decided it was good to break the traffic rules [which one learns in a play school- HOW CAN HE BREAK THOSE?] and hit you, sending you flying to the heavens... not literally.
The next time you opened your eyes, you saw a very... pink room, which strung your eyes from the brightness, as you were not a fan of the colour magenta.
