baam! the sun crawls through my curtains to tell me i failed the vibe check. i lasso my hair into a bun and consume my cocopops like the disney princess i am.
"[y/n], come downstairs. your fiancé has arrived." called your abusive mother who's been threatening to sell you to the bourgeoisie ever since her stripper career flushed down the toilet. she wanted those monopoly monnies!
you trip down the stairs but make it just in time to witness the door bursting open. vietnam flashbacks appear in your heart, THE FIRE NATION ATTACKED.
"fbi!?" you called. no...
harry styles..
YOU ARE READING
peanut man
Paranormalfaye dont be a bogey and steal my story argh arh arh arh arhhh
