Chapter ①⑧

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SONG OF THE DAY: hey girl by boy pablo

we're currently at 94k reads so happy pre-hundred thousand reads heheh next chapter i'm gonna say it in all caps

btw school is shit. okay byeee


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𝓐𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂'𝓼 𝓹𝓸𝓿

I woke up in a good mood this morning, until I remembered I might be related to a couple serial killers. How Fun!

First things first, I need to find a cute outfit. Gotta be looking hot to play detective. I don't make the rules.

I picked a pink flower printed crop cami, slightly baggy jeans, a pink baguette bag and a pink headband to finish. Et voilà! Perfect.

I always look good tho

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I always look good tho.

I go down the stairs. Where are the suspe- I mean my lovely family. No one is around. Weird. I have to get to school.

"Helloooooooo?!" I yelled

I could almost hear crickets.

"Oh well, shit!" I looked at my phone. If I don't leave in 10 minutes I'm definitely going to be late for school.

I sighed. I hate relying on people I don't know. The only person I always knew I could count on is not here.

What if I stealed a car? They have many, many, maaany cars. Who needs about 50 cars anyway? They won't notice if there's 49...

I go to the garage. Humm... which one should I choose?

Red lambo. A classic bad bitch vehicule.

The keys are in the car. They're literally asking me to steal it. Like, come on. I get in, put the radio on and wear my seatbelt. Safety first kids!

So I vibe all the way to school. And that's when I see the building that my mood drastically goes down. I hate school. It is t-o-r-t-u-r-e.

Everyone's heads turn to me. Of course, I'm so awesome. Or is it the car? Probably a bit of both. But mostly because of me.

"What're y'all dumbasses looking at?!"

Maybe I was a bit rude. Oh well!

I walk into the school like the cool bitch in the movies. I would look so good in slowmo.

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