"Up, down, up, up, right, left, left. Combo!" an be heard from the other side of a oak door covered in stickers and posters. Let's take a look shall we?
Gray walls covered in posters, blue blackout curtains cover the windows. The only light in the room emanating from a single screen, a tv screen to be precise. One girl in the room, sweatpants and a baggy graphic tee can be seen on the girl, along with a pair of black geek glasses resting on the bridge of her nose.
"Ai! School!" Keon, Ai's mother yells from the bottom of the stairs leading up to the attic room.
"Be down soon!" The lilac haired girl yells as she finishes her game. Getting off her bed the female continues to shower and put her hair in a braided low ponytail. Her mask beginning to be put on as she puts in her contacts and does light natural makeup. Rummaging through her closet Ai finds a loose peach sweater and some high waisted ripped jeans. Changing from her homewear to her clothes for the day the long haired female hums a tune. Running downstairs Ai finds herself at the dining table with a plate of blueberry pancakes.
"You can't always expect me to make breakfast." Keon states giving a stern look to the teenager that is currently wolfing down her food. The raven haired mom sighs as she informs the teen, "I won't be here tonight. Another graveyard shift."
"Again, your going to get bad sleeping habits." Retorts a hunched over Ai.
"Like you can speak."
"I can't argue there."
"Case rested." An alarm blares on the mother's phone. "Time for me to go to work and time for you to go to school."
Silently Ai, picks up the dishes and puts them in the dishwasher. Slipping on her ankle boots Ai leaves the house, jumps on her motorcycle and rides to school.
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Game of life
RomanceWhat is this? A joke, a game. The game of life, sounds about right. A sick, twisted, horrible game. How has this conclusion come to being you ask? Heartbreak. Heartbreak, betrayal, change, masks, hatred, wealth, poverty, etc. There are too many thin...
