Forced to join the Navy in order to save her family, 14 year old Denise goes on her first mission to save from world from indoctrination.
With a weapon capable of turning people into brainwashed soldiers, Denise and her team need to stop their ene...
Relief washed over my body as I stepped into the shower. For the first time, I didn't have to rush myself to get ready. Instead, today I could take my time. I smiled happily as warm water washed over my body.
"Nice," I said as I spotted the berry scented shampoo.
Sean said we could have the bathrooms to ourselves until 12. It was 5:30 at the moment and no one was awake besides Malaya and Claudia. They were downstairs talking with Sean about matters.
My fingers ran through my hair as the shampoo started to foam. Every now and then I would glance at the door, praying that no one barged in. My thoughts started to bother me to the point where I had to pay attention to them.
"How do you think mommy is doing?" asked 10 year old me.
I sighed as I remembered myself at that age. My mother used to work after hours and came home late at night. I always used to worry about her and was constantly pacing. At the age of 9, I started to stay home alone while she was at work, but before that, my great grandmother used to look after me. My great grandmother was still alive, she just moved in with my older cousins.
"I'm sure she's doing fine," I told the girl.
After a good 45 minutes, I hoped out and wrapped a blue towel around myself. I moved the basin and opened the tap, beginning to brush my teeth with a new toothbrush that layed next to the basin.
As I looked in the mirror, the cuts on my face stared back at me. I didn't necessarily like my new look, but I had to deal with it. After a while, I got tired of looking at myself, so I finished up and headed back into my room.
Searching through my bags, I picked out a black jean and red shirt. It wasn't the most appropriate clothing for fighting, but a girl could still look good every now and then.
When I got downstairs, it was dark except for a light coming from the kitchen. I slowly moved over and peered inside. Instantly, my mood changed from happiness to annoyance
Dylan Sanzel was making himself a Nutella sandwich.
I didn't know why, but I stayed and watched him. I crouched down, blending with the darkness so that he won't be able to see me. Is this what it feels like to be a stalker?
He closed the lid of the jar then started to cut the bread into four triangles. He took a bite out of one before putting the jar into the drawer. For quite some time, he leaned over the counter and stared a the bread in front of him.
Psycho.
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