Chapter Bloody 16

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I was very confused.

I'm catholic and even I don't go to church, so why the hell were they?

I decided to wait until the last minute to tell Anferknee about the war with the rogues, as I honestly couldn't care less.

I had a bloody pregnancy to deal with.

Apparently, I read somewhere that werewolves only have 2 months until they give birth.

Basically, I was probs gonna pop the child out during that bloody rogue war.

Like how inconvenient.

My stomach was already bulging, even though it had only been 5 minutes since it was normal.

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I was driving my care home from the mlg tournament, while my bulging stomach was pressing against the wheel of the car and pressing its horn the entire time.

Everyone kept looking at me and some even gave the finger, so I just gave them the forks back. Get rekt mates.

I even gave some of them my best double chin, that even turned into a triple chin on occasion.

In my opinion, I was bloody talented.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, I saw my friends just walking along the street.

"OI, BRI;AN, R'ATALIE, SHAKYLA, YOU GAYLORDS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" I screamed at them as I was pulling to a stop.

They seemed to get a fright, while Bri;an actually fell on the floor and looked like he was having a heart attack.

I got them to jump in the car and play LSA V; Legendary Stealing Auto 5.

It was where you run people down for a certain amount of points, depending on their age or appearance.

It was pretty fun. I mean, that's how I killed my parents.

Just as we were about to hit a downright ugly little boy crossing the road and score 150 points, I realised I forgot to comb my leg and armpit hair.

I swerved the car from side to side for a couple minutes, which was enough time to calm down and stop swerving, before crashing into someone's house.

Jesus Christ.

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