ᴘʜᴏꜱᴘʜᴇɴᴇꜱ || ʙɴʜᴀ || (HOLD)

|| ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ||

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"Oh my God, I FORGOT THE PICTURES!! ANDY GO GET THE CAMERA, Now sweetie just stay still for one second-"

The young girl groaned obnoxiously. She slung her black bag over her shoulder and quickly headed towards the exit. "Yeah, no. Barbie girls gonna be really pissed if I'm late," she gave the lady a quick wave and a flick of her frizzy hair before heading off. "I'll make sure to update you all on it when I get home, alright? okay. Bye now."

"B-But Delyse darling! Mummy wants some photos of you," Gabrielle gently crept towards the girl. Her long, equally frizzy hair masked the sinister look on her face, "I'll make sure your smiling in every. single. one!"

Delyse's lopsided smirk twitched slightly.

"Yikes, stop being creepy mum," and the door closed with a snap, the soft noises of a girl screeching at a distant bell sound leaked underneath the door to the distraught mum. She was disappointed. She'd vowed to protect her daughter with all her heart, yet somehow after the age of seven, they became like strangers. Delyse relied on her dad instead, and she became the back-up parent. Damn. She really did fail as a mother.

"I g-got the camera!" The man scurried down the corridor, a huge amount of professional equipment tucked inside the tight clutches of his arms. The wide grin on his face was wiped off the moment he saw the look on his wife. Time for her daily sulk, he guessed.

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"Hey, Delyse! Hurry up before we're late!"

The said girl rolled her eyes and waved off the girl with her free hand. In the other, she held a half-chewed sandwich. "Yeah yeah, I'm coming. Keep your fake tits on!". Mina scoffed and narrowed her intimidating black eyes at Delyse, cheeks puffed out like a pufferfish.

"You're so rude! No 'Good morning Mina!' or 'How did you sleep, Mina?' just 'Keep your fake tits on'. I'm hurt."

"It's not like you were any better, Mina. Now, let us go pick up Eijirou before he thinks we're dead." She swung onto her shiny navy blue bike with a practised sort of precision and blew a stray curl out of her eyes.

"You just want to see lover boy as quickly as possible."

       "Oh shut up, Wise Ass."

                               "You know you love me!"

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The two bickering friends pulled up outside the two storey house and skidded to a stop outside. Mina went up to knock on the worn outdoor, and Delyse stayed behind to admire the flowers blooming in their front garden.

The house was quite simple in itself. Its humble front garden was neatly trimmed back, and short emerald grass covered the entire area. The house was a regular size, and the whitewash paint was slightly worn away from years and years of bad weather. A cobblestone path leads up the dark green door, and a rusty goldfish coloured knob swung around, indicating that someone was about to open the door.

It was a lady, perhaps in her mid-forties. Her thin black hair was tied back in a messy ponytail and a bright smile that reached her ageing purple eyes shined down at them.

"Oh, Mina! are you and Delyse here to pick Eiji up? He'll be down in a moment."

Mina grinned cheerfully and Delyse smiled, "Of course, Mrs. Kirishima! We'll wait outside until he's ready to grace us with his presence."