If you're wrong, you're dead.
Be that of a police, or a gangster.
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⚠WARNING CONTENT⚠
• Curse words
• Violence
• Gore
• A few bits of sexual content
⚠READ AT YOUR OWN RISK⚠
-- fanfiction only --
"Argh, damn," I groaned as I stretch my muscles. Sore from sitting with the same position for hours.
Standing up from my chair, I opened the curtains. Finally letting in the sun rays, which has been literally knocking on my window since 6 AM. Begging to be let in to my dark room.
I groaned again as I let my body fall to my cozy bed. Doing a solid bounce before I roll around trying to find a nice position. Which I close my eyes after finding it.
RIINGGG!!
"Never a peaceful morning, is there?" I mumbled as I grab my phone from the desk. Not even bothering to check who's calling, I put it on loud speaker and let the person talk.
"Yah! Are you coming to college today? It's like 9 AM right now! Where are you?"
"No, mother. My shift start at 10 today,"
"First of all, don't mother me, you crackhead. Second, why do you sound so tired? Did you even sleep last night?"
"Woah, chill there, Irene. I'm fine. I've just been working on the essay,"
"You mean like the essay that was just given to us two days ago? Woah, I didn't even touch it,"
"I'm pretty weak at this stuff. I know you'll be able to finish it in no time anyway,"
"Yeah, whatever. So I'll have to cover up for you again today, yeah. Sure, sure, what a great friend I am,"
"Thanks, mother. Bye,"
I quickly hung up before Irene decided to nag at me. Saying sleep and breakfast is important and all that stuff. She's always been on the lookout for me when she found out I don't have anyone.
Realizing there was literally only half an hour to ten, I quickly shower out of my sweaty tanktop and short I've been in since yesterday's noon. Too busy to even grab some drink from the kitchen.
Truth is, I didn't even touch the essay. Work's been a hell with all of the reports I need to make on the recent cases that I barely got time to think about college.
After showering, I randomly grab the clothes in my closet. Ended up taking a crop top and short, I shrugged as I put it on. Grabbing my bag and jacket before finally heading for my part-time work.
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3RD PERSON'S POV
Pushing through the glass door of the restaurant, Saeron walked in mindlessly as there was only a few customers around this time. The need of sleep finally taking a toll on her.
"Shit," she cursed lowly as she bumped to someone. To a chest, to be specific. Looking up she saw his face. Satisfied a little, she quickly maintain her calm and muttered a quick apology.
