Ash Mitchell is a 17 year old GIRL who deals with many mental health issues. With her mother taken away from her at a young age she went into a dark state. Not wanting to deal with her bullshit, her father sent her away to an academy on the other si...
I got out the shower and wrapped a towel around my body. I quietly made my way to the closet and got dressed into this:
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I walked back to the restroom and I closed the door and I blow dried my hair. Once I was done with everything I walked out into the kitchen. I began to make waffles and a few minutes later Ryan came out his room.
"Good morning," he smiled.
"Good morning."
"Last day?" He asked.
"Yeah, Dylan and I are heading back today."
He nodded. I fixed him a plate with two waffles and a side of eggs and bacon. He smiled at the plate and began to eat.
"So what are you going to do about that other guy?" He asked.
I suddenly stopped what I was doing and just stood there. My stomach turned at the thought of him. I slowly turned around and looked at Ryan.
"You know about him?" I asked. He nodded.
"Yeah, Dylan mentioned him once. He seems like an ass," he said. I let out a sigh.
"He is. And I'm not planning on doing anything with him. I don't want to talk to him. See him. Hear him. NOTHING."
"Hmm...that's good. You're better off without him."
"Exactly."
"Yep, way better. Especially now that you have Dylan," he smirked. I rolled my eyes and began to cook again.
"Don't act like the whole house doesn't know."
"I didn't say no."
"Oh, well excuse me."
I laughed at him and watched as he smiled. I turned my head at the sound of footsteps. Charlotte came out with droopy eyes.
"Morning," She said.
"Good morning," Ryan and I both said.
I served her a plate and she mouthed a thank you. I also served her a cup of coffee. Max was the next one to come out. I served him a plate and then I served myself a plate and I served Dylan's plate.
I took my plate and Dylan's to our room. Everyone made kissy faces at me as I walked out the kitchen. I just rolled my eyes at them.
When I walked in the room Dylan was already dressed in this:
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