STORY OF OUR LIVES

Chapter 13 - Mikhaila

Hey guys and gals ! Im back ...
Sorry for the late update !
Anywho, enjoy!

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Mikhaila's POV

A few weeks have passed and those weeks have been the worst.

Especially for my beloved sister.

I got a death card the day after my sister recieved hers.

Everyone bullies us and makes our life a living hell. I swear when I get my hands on... Allyasviel the bitch ...

I will kill her. Slowly and painfully in agonizing torture.

That is practically my job. I protect my sister at all costs. I would die for her. I would kill for her. I would always be the one there for her. Even if she can be annoying a lot of times.

Right now, we were at the
mall, eating ice cream in the ice cream parlor . Duh...

And by we, I mean Me ,
Skylah, Sandra (Skylah's bestie), My bandmates, (yes, I entered the audition and got in the group.) and Jared and his friends.

I don't even know why he's helping us. I mean, he doesn't owe us anything at all.

But, I am grateful for his help. Without him, those weeks would have been even more worse than it already is and I can't have that at all. I could barely take the past weeks and i'm talking about me, myself and I.

I excused myself from them and went to the bathroom.

I did my business and washed my hands after. I looked in the mirror and imagined my reflection as Allyasviel . Suddenly my fist connected with the mirror which shattered and broke into little tiny pieces.

"Shit!"

I exclaimed as I saw the condition of my hand. It was bloody and had cuts all over.

My hatred for The Bitch is in a very high percentage that I might possibly kill her in the future.

God, it stings.

I quickly washed my hands and headed outside.

The next thing I know , Im sprawled the floor with chocolate milkshake all over me.

Turns out I stepped in a banana peel and bumped into a guy holding a chocolate drink.

Stupid me.

"You have got to be kidding me. First the hand and now this.Fucking hell !" I exclaimed while attempting to rub off ... everything.

" Look at what you did ! Now my drink is gone for good.
Why weren't you looking at the way anyway?! "

Is this guy fucking serious?!

"FYI , dude , I am the one on the floor right now with your stupid drink all over me . I am the one who has buttache because this floor is really concrete. You don't even have a single drop of the drink on you ! It's not my fault that I accidentally stepped on a fucking banana peel! "

He sighed and offered his hand to me but I just slapped it away. I don't need his help at all .

As I attempted to stand up , I slipped . The fucking drink was also sprawled all over the floor.

Damn it !!!

I closed my eyes and waited for the impact, but it was like I was floating.