The title is literally what this chapter is about. My story is just a random, weird one that I thought of and excuse me for any mistakes, or my terrible jokes.
!Warning! May have some triggers...for the first part.
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"WAKE UP YOU NO GOOD OF A DAUGHTER!"
That was certainly a unique wake-up call.
There was a large bang, indicating that somebody was impatient.
"You Worthless b!tch, I said get the f*** up!"
And more censored curses. I groaned, not wanting to get up. The door creaked open and in stood a large man, his eyes dark and scary as he marched over to me. He was silent. I knew what was coming next and closed my eyes shut, wishing for it to be over soon.
Although I knew it was futile.
I flinched when his hand lifted.
To press the alarm clock.
"Why is your wake-up call a scene from the movie?"
I groggily stared at him and shrugged.
"So that our neighborhood might get the wrong idea and call the police."
He was confused but shook his head, stripping me as I screamed.
I covered my body with my hands, looking at him horrified.
In his hands, held my beloved blanket...
"Reece said she'll come by today so you don't have to go to her house." I cheered internally, lazily munching on my toast. Wouldn't needa walk to that large house of her's. My guardian grabbed his briefcase, his card around his neck, Employer Larry Styles.
...He actually copied it....
"Can't let anyone know my name, T."
I sighed. He never told his name to anyone, not even me when he's my guardian.
Before thinking he's some sort of wanted criminal and I'm the naive hostage who doesn't know that she's actually an hostage,...you just thought of it right? It could be a new story...
Anyway, he just has some sort of issues with trust and names.
"Again with the names, L." That was the first letter of his name: L. I finished up, grabbing my bag and went out the door.
And get tackled to the ground by a red head. Reece.
Reece is my only close friend. Why? I thought it was a waste of energy to do useless stuff for boys and the only one with the same mindset as me is her.
Although she's hyper while I'm lazy, we are sort of...close? Nah, I just needed someone or else people think I'm anti-social. Main reason why she cannot be a BFF for me: Hyperness to the max. I can actually act normal unlike that girl that dances randomly and screams Rainbow every few minutes.
"Rainbow!!" See?
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Lazy Angel
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