❝ If she doesn't scare the life out of you a little, she isn't the one. ❞
Mckayla Silva has had enough.
Enough of her stupid job, as news broadcaster. She was pretty sure that nobody else apart that her would tolerate reading reports on a dog's l...
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Song: Pumped Up Kicks - Foster The People
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Why didn't they have escalators in the hotel? If would have made so much more sense and would save having to squint to see the elevator numbers if you were slightly drunk.
Cursing the stupid short length of my dress, I stumbled towards my room faffing around in my bag and trying to find my keycard. The hyper feeling of the alcohol was wearing off, being replaced by the thought of nausea from the hang lover I'd have tomorrow.
I fished around my bag, until I pulled out a bright blue card. "Woah," I whispered looking at it. Since when did the keycard turn blue?
Huh, maybe I was supposed to go to Hogwarts.
Flipping it around, I came face to face with at white piec of paper. It stared blankly at me. "You think you're gonna win this staring contest, Papery? Nah, come at me mate." Weirdly, I found myself giggling at the swirly bits of black ink on the paper. Frustrated, I threw my hands up in defeat, "Fine! I see how you want it to be. You win, whatever." It slipped out of my hand, flying to the floor.
That's when I noticed that the blue card had a white little symbol that looks awfully similar to the Barclays Bank logo. Odd. Picking up Papery, I squinted my eyes and turned it around to see the black ink swirling into place.
"Taco Bell, Black Bean Burrito?" I said, scratching my head. When was that?
"-Yeah babe, that feels amazing..."
Narrowing my eyes, I put Papery by my ear. Since when could it speak? My eyes flew up to my hotel room door to find that it's ajar. Was I seriously so forgetful as to leave my door open again?
The mysterious voice of Papery's ancestors seemed to get louder so I turned on the light only to see an image that would scar my eyes for life.
Yeah, this is how I, the glorious Mckayla Silva walked in to River Romano and Vienna Lucking getting at it on my sofa. I grimaced at the thought of it being her birthday present.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I shrieked, my voice heavy in exhaustion. My poor innocent sofa. River head flicked up to me, letting out a scream in a voice higher than mine, whilst Vienna scrambled into my bed naked to cover herself. Thanks for scarring my bed too.
For a split second, I felt something tug at my heart. That dumbass.
"No!" I yelled, falling onto the floor as the only other place I could get a proper night sleep, goes crashing down in flames. River on the other hand didn't seemed as much dazed at all about my entrance. At least he has the decency to apologise though I was certain it was not going to stop me from having to wash my eyes with bleach to get that image out.
