Perspective is a funny thing;
Stirling Thomas, those two words alone were enough to have anyone running in the opposite direction and cowering in fear.
The town has heard all of the rumours, they know he has just been released from prison and they...
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"I swear to Satan if this bitch destroys my house one more time I'm smashing up the tv screen."
The ever-changing glow from the television was reflecting on the glossy pages of the magazine I was reading.
This is how we spent most nights, being potato's on the sofa playing video games that were made for children.
I lifted my head, witnessing Kingsley hammering his thumbs down on his Xbox controller with angry screwed up lips and I bit my lip to stop a smile from stretching across my face, "chill King, she's probably like five."
"She's a bitch! I put so much effort into building this structure just for some ankle biter to come along and destroy it in seconds! Look at it! Look at my magnificent building all in shatters."
The tips of his ears were burning red with rage, I didn't fight my eye roll.
He activated the talk-to-type option and screwed his face up venomously, meaning business.
"Put your headset on bitch, I dare you."
"Kingsley!" I chuckled, "Roblox is made for children! Pick on someone your own size."
I snatched the controller out of his hand.
"Hey!" He attempt to grab it back.
The pair of us were laughing like idiots and play fighting because he knew damn well if I got half a second I would blow up his 'magnificent building' myself.
