Whatever happened to; "new chapter soon!"? >:]
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The van stopped outside of my— OUR, house.
"Get out. I have band gigs at the local pub to go to. Hurry up." He remarked, the snide look plastered on his face barely visible behind the curly short locks of greasy black hair on his head, effectively working to block out the vision of his light grey eyes.
I scoffed, climbing out of the back quickly.
"I'll be back at 4AM, don't wait up." The dipshit called at me.
"And If you tell mom and dad when they come back from their business trip on Monday, I'll kill you myself." He shouted loudly as the engine of that crappy thing started again and drove off, the disgusting smell of motor smoke still lingering.
I wafted the scent away as best as I could, going down the stone walkway.
Entering my house, the clock on the wall read 3:47, 'at least I didn't spend an hour walking back here.' I thought.
I walked through the hallway, and towards the kitchen. The only thought in my mind being a large lunch.
I opened the fridge, not surprised that it had barely enough food to last five more days max.
Grabbing a carton of eggs, some celery, spinach, and cherry tomatoes, I placed the vegetables on a cutting board I pulled out of a cabinet and sliced them into small tiny sizes. I turned the stove to medium heat, slathered it in cooking oil, and cracked two eggs on the pan while quickly stirring it into a yellow-ish color. I tossed the veggies into the mix, slowly but surely expanding the future delicious omelette.
After the tasty meal was prepared, I grabbed a plate and slid it on slowly as to not drop it.
I picked up a glass from the drying rack and opened the fridge to take a carton of orange juice, and pour it in.
Placing the container back, I picked up my plate and the glass and walked over to the dining table where I ate my meal.
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After my lunch, I walked up the stairs with a slight growl of my stomach cursing myself for finishing the last of the bacon earlier that morning even though it would've been a lovely treat along with my meal.
I made my way to my room, the steps already memorized and almost robotic as I entered the place I had lived in for the past 14 out of my 16 years of life.
I quickly ripped my earrings out, and placed them on the table before I could even sit down at it. Makeup wipes were quickly grabbed, and my foundation and lipgloss was gone within a few seconds. I rushed out of my chair like my life depended on it and practically ripped my clothing off, leaving me in my underwear and sports bra. I searched through my closet and found some grey sweatpants and an oversized blue ppp hoodie. Pulling them on, I grabbed a clear plastic rubber band and threw my hair into a messy bun.
I collapsed onto my big soft bed, and curled up in a ball comfortably. A slight chill ran down my spine as i settled down under the covers of my fluffy, cushiony, and thick blanket.
I wrapped the blanket around myself and crawled to the edge of my bed, reaching over to my pants left abandoned on the floor. After grabbing them, I pulled my phone out of the pocket and slid back to my previous position while unlocking it.
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After a while of scrolling through TikTok, I checked the time and found it was about 7:52 PM. 'Welp, I've done enough relaxing for now. Guess it's time to make dinner.' I thought, as I sat up and got out of bed.
I walked out of my room and Down the stairs, towards the downstairs hallway, and into the kitchen. I opened the fridge, and grabbed some chicken broth, cup noodles, veggies, leftover raw chicken breasts, and some thyme from a cabinet to finish it off.
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I started by getting a pot and a wok,(pan) and placing them on the stove. I got some cooking oil and slathered the pan in it, turning the stove on medium heat. Picking up the pot, I held it up to the sink and filled it half way with hot water and put it on the oven top next to the skillet. I grabbed the cooking oil again and poured some up in the pot as well for a tastier outcome.
After doing so, I took the noodles out of the packaging and gently put them into the pot and waited for them to become bouncy and elastic.
(Authors note: Ik that sounds weird or odd, but idk how else to describe it, and "soft" sounds gross)
I placed a cutting board on the counter and chopped up the vegetables very small. Celery... green onions... carrots... bok choy...
I poured the cut up veggies into the pot, and mixed them up a bit as I slowly added seasonings.
Tumeric, garlic powder, thyme, sea salt, parsley flakes, regular salt, pepper, and some paprika.
I placed the chicken breasts on the pan and stirred it around for a while before turning it over to check if i got the first side enough, and to get the second side cooked too.
I waited for a while, and After I knew it was thoroughly cooked, I put it on the cutting board fast, cut it up quickly, and dunked it into the soup before it could lose its heat.
After about five minutes, I got a bowl from the cabinets and a ladle. I turned off the stove slowly, and poured some of the soup into the medium sized bowl with the help of the ladle.
The pot was still about half-way full, so I got some large Tupperware from the drawer and poured the rest in and put it in the fridge.
Then I grabbed a spoon and sat down at the dining room table to eat my bowl of Chickin Noodle Soup.
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After about 30 minutes of edible bliss, I got up and headed up to my room on the second floor.
Once I got there, I walked over to my closet and picked out a large hoodie, the color of Juniper, and Oasis colored flower patterns. I slid into it.
Then I pulled out some Platinum colored sweatpants, and hopped into them.
I sat down in bed and grabbed my phone from the pocket of the cargo pants I was wearing, now discarded on the floor.
The time read: 10:34. That's enough for a one-shot or two, right?
I laid down on my side, scrolling through AO3 and looking for a one-shot. Do I want fluff or angst? Fluff or angst? Fluff... or angst?..
Ah, who doesn't like a good angsty fic in their favorite fandom? So what fandom? Voltron? Tmnt? TOH? Gravity falls?
Well, some bipper gore sounds fun. Gravity falls it is.
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After a while of scrolling through AO3, reading a bunch of gory shit, and cuddling with my giant plushie collection, I finally turned it off at around 12:45 am, and went to sleep.
But before I fell asleep, I heard something.
Screaming. And crackling like fire.
What the fuck's going on!?
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MWAHAHAHAHAHA! A CLIFFHANGER! What's happening? Is anyone hurt? Is something bad gonna happen? YOU DON'T KNOW! AND I'M NOT TELLING YOU! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
