"What the actual fuck!" A chilling voice boomed through the house.
It was dead silent.
"Where the fuck is our food?!" Kate screeched, standing next to Miles, who didn't dare to touch her.
Kate's intense glare left Drake and Carter's terrified eyes and turned to mine. I gulped and let my mouth handle the talking instead of the brain.
A quivering half smile made its way to my lips, "Hey gurl, how-I mean, what's up...?," her glare intensified to 200 degrees like the color of her face, "Error! Error! System overload!!"
That's when I zayned the fuck out.
Kate was hot on my heels and loud sirens turned on in my head. Although I was the alleged convict.
Why are you always the one running?! That is making you suspicious, stupid ass bitch.
Will you shut up mind and let me concentrate?! I am the one and only executive authority in this body.
I was hauled back to reality when an elephant like being suddenly got all Jackie Chan on me and strapped its arms and legs around my fragile body. Because of the ton this girl probably weighs I almost inspected our floor. But the fabulous person I am did not, after regaining back my balance.
A side note to that which proves no one is actually perfect would be that some useless things such as picture frames or books may or may not have landed on the floor during that process.
After I stood still I reacted, "MILES! Get your mad ass woman off of me! NOW!"
I couldn't see anything because Kate's arms were hugging my face and her legs were clung to my waist like a monkey on drugs. I was probably turning blue from the lack of blood my legs and face were getting.
Just now I heard three different voices doing the exact opposite of helping my poor self. Fucking laughing.
"OH. MY. GOD. Carter if you post that video on any social media account, I am going to drag you to the woods, shot you in your manhood and leave you behind, so that you'll think you'll survive and eventually find civilization without realizing that you are just walking around in circles bleeding to your death because of your fucking ONE INCH OF A DICK!"
Silence. Ongoing silence.
I slowly started clapping, "Damn, atta girl! I thought you good! Glare at them for me, would you dear?"
I could hear Miles chuckle nervously, "Why did you say that, Lana? I can see the movement of cutting our dicks off from her eyes now! Before it was only Carter's but now all of-"
"Shut up!"
"Where to, queen?" I asked a bit muffled because of Kate's sleeve.
She snorted, "To my second bedroom. The kitchen," replying in a duh tone.
After countless attempts of her trying to guide me to the other room and hurting my toes in the process, Kate begrudgingly let go of my face.
If I break out tomorrow, I will ignore her.
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Being Lana
Teen Fiction16 year old mixed raced Lana Thomas lives with her mother, stepfather and half siblings in Texas. But there she strolls rather isolated through her young life without any friends in school. She believes destiny has a grudge against her and blames h...
