Chapter Twenty Nine

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︎☀︎︎ Alessia's Prescriptive...

                Damn, I hated this all so much. I hate playing nice. I wish I could just murder them right now, and here. But nO, I have to follow this stupid tradition in my stupid family that's been here for 'aGes' and kill them at nIghT.

I seriously want to go back some 50 years and scream at my great great great grandmother for marrying some man with the last name Night.

Why? Their daughter, my great great grandmother went psycho and decided to start a damn tradition murdering people at night.

I wish one of my older sisters got the role instead. I seriously couldn't take this like I use to anymore. Ugh.

I gave in this game because it relieved my mom's stress when I was younger, before I became 12. My stress, too, was higher than the sky so I agreed. Ugh.

The main reason I passed on heating up the lasagna Snow had found was because it felt like some of my murderer genes would kick in and burn the damn house down.

That would've ruined the fun.

But anyway, the next person I believe I'm targeting is........














































































Apple.

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