Nike is a nerd, and a jerk. A jerk that says, does, whatever is the most harmful for a reaction.
Tristan is a player. One that makes up stories along the way with every lover of his, and with multiple people at that.
The two have hated each other s...
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"Hope I never come back here again!" I exclaim, shoveling my last piece of clothing in the junk of a suitcase.
I close the joke of a suitcase with force.
Folding clothing as small as it can be to fit this junk is never going to work but I just had to go and waste an hour with it and look where it winded me up at.
"Nike!"
Either I said those words real damn loud, or mom was paying more attention to me than her suitcase. Mom and her damn noisiness.
"When will the plane arrive?" I inquire, locking the suitcase with its key.
"In about three hours, we will be home in two days," mom replies.
My soul practically leaves my body. Two effing days?
"I'm going to get a shower," I say, "hurry," she urges.
I walk out of the room, pass my aunty room, and turn left to the bathroom.
A few minutes there was a knock on the bathroom door: "Open the door, you fucker!"
Why am I related to these beings?
"Sorry, should've been faster!" I yell.
"Fucking hurry the heck up then fucker!"
"Learn some proper grammar first," I say.
"Have you gotten yourself confused for me? Hurry the fuck up before I get in there myself!"
"Ugh," I say, rolling my neck back.
"I'm showering here! So, shush unless you–", "disgusting disgrace. Can't believe I'm even related to this fucker."
"I can't believe it either," I shout; Shayna laughter echoed into the bathroom. Embarrassment rolls through my body.
"Hurry up before I break this door!"
What did unborn me do to deserve this cruel treatment of a life?
Should have ran faster.
"I am!"
I brush the towel over my hair, put it on the hanger, and take my shirt from it and pants.
I put on the pants while sitting on the toilet and put the shirt on.
I open the door and walk out.
Shayna walks into the bathroom and a loud bang follows.
I want to get out and change myself, and everything that is this jack-shit life.
I walk down the hallway to the room I was imprisoned in for fifteen days, and in an hour, I will be out of, forever.
Don't get your hopes too high too soon.
I open the door and get in; I walk to the stiff mattress and sit down on it.
