~EDITED 01/24/2020
December 1st
Sitting in my bed, I turned the page in my book, reaching blindly with my spoon for the icing. I don't usually eat Birthday Cake icing, but I was feeling down tonight, so I figured hell why not. Who wants to go out to a college party where you could get kidnapped or drugged? Amanda and Geneva, that's who.
"Well, forget you guys. I'll sit here and have a fun time with Patch and Nora," I said, referring to my book. Sighing out loud, I read a few more chapters before the smell of roast, and mashed potatoes filled my nose.
"Guys, its time to eat!" My mother called from downstairs, the sound of my brother and sister's footsteps dashing down the steps reverberating around the house. I shook my head, shoving my book and icing under my bed.
"Alright!" I turned off my lamp before plugging in the Christmas lights strung up around my bed. Smiling at the colorful bulbs, I reached up to fix a spot that fell.
*Crack*
What in the fu...? I looked over at my window, searching for any possible peeping toms at my second-story window.
*Crack* *Crack*
My eyes widened when I saw egg yolk slowly slide down the glass. Oh, hell no! I ran to my window and abruptly threw it open, the shock from seasoned wood creating vibrations that woke up our almost broken motion sensor light. The dark figures in our backyard scattered like ants.
"Hey!! Get the heck out of here!" I screamed. I watched as four scared people sprinted out of my backyard, one of the fuckers losing something in the process of jumping the fence. I squinted in the dark, trying to see through the falling snow, but the only thing I could recall seeing was a mass of white hair. I smirked to myself as a name popped into my head.
"Kendall Jade! It is time for you to eat, get down here before your brother eats it for you!" My mother yelled, making me roll my eyes. Shutting my window, I flung my door open, getting to the table just before my brother stole my biscuit.
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~EDITED 01/24/2020
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White Haired Devil
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