DOS
-When the clock hits twelve-
THIRD PERSON'S POV
Liberty's Room
October 18, 2020 11:59 PM
After the long sermon from her dad, Liberty hurriedly heads to her room and locked it. Tears started streaming down on her cheeks, her nose starting to get red, and her face is flushed.
It was always like this when something wrong happens in this house, she's always to blame. She has been catching mistakes she didn't do, she always gets scolded for something she didn't even do.
How fucked up can this get?
She tried to stop her tears by continuously wiping them but it seems like her tears are as stubborn as hers. Instead of wasting her time wiping her tears, she picked her phone from the carpet and opened her Twitter account.
'Yawa this life, I got scolded again for someone else's fault.' Liberty tweeted before browsing into the socmed.
Twitter has always been her go-to-rant-place. You know, that feeling when you just wanna burst but you can't tell it to anyone cause you're afraid that they'll think you're pathetic so you resort to ranting on social media? Yup, that's what she feels sometimes.
Actually, everyfuckingday.
She continued stalking her 'boyfriends' on twitter, hoping to see some new updates from them.
"Oh my fucking god, why is Liam Payne my boyfriend having a fucking collab with Dixie? This is-- Unacceptable!" she suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs.
Just what the fuck?
Liberty's hands started its job- typing to its fullest. She started ranting on Twitter on why in the world one of her boyfriends having a collab with a Dixie.
And while she was ranting on Twitter, her messenger suddenly started popping up with notifications after notifications. Messages from her friends started flooding like a river.
She completely forgot she was crying a moment ago and then got furious just a second ago and now she's smiling like the fool she is.
She started opening messages from her close friends and best friends.
Ex-Babe (Ishana)
Here is my fucking LSM to you, ex.
Yup, happy birthday.
Her mouth gaped open as she read her friend's message. It's all space for Harry Styles heavenly body! She opened the next one which is from the very very very great Pwa. It was a video of her friend's creepy face saying 'HBD, Kthnxbye.' Along with the video is a message from Pwa, 'Congratulations on surviving another year, bitch.' earning a loud laugh from her.
But after the messages from her close friends, the rest were just boring and plastic greetings. She stared at her phone, waiting for someone's message. But it's almost 2 o'clock in the morning and she received none.
She frowned and started typing a message to Pwa.
-Yo, I haven't received a greeting from Shitzue :((
She clicked send and waited for her very great friend to reply.
Pwa- Marupokpok, alas dos na ng umaga, malamang tulog na iyon.
