Random writing because I'm bored in quarantine:
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My left cheek burned, a fresh red hand print of raw flesh clearly visible on my pale skin.
" NEXT TIME LISTEN WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU " said Harley, my half sister, was clearly pissed of at me.
Her pircing green eyes drilling holes through my skull from behind her glasses, some long strands of light dirty blonde hair going over. Spinning on her heels she storms calling for her mom, my father's girlfriend Felicity, to bend and exagerate the situation so shes the victim.
" BBQ in the church house "I mumble under my breath, amber orbs fixated on my sister's reating figure. Sighing I pull my headphone from their resting position around my neck on my head, closeing the door I turn around and continue what I had been doing.
Silently waiting for my demise. Seconds later the door slams open.
Sugar. Honey. Ice. Tea. There it is!
Turning my head to look over my shoulder I see a pissed of Felicity, a smirking Harley, and... my dad looking at me with a sorrowful gaze from behind them. It was clear as day he saw the hand print of raw flesh on your pale left cheek.
' Oh sweet baby Jesus, I'm actually gonna die ' I thought looking directly into Felicity's sharp pericing eyes, it looked there was fire burning in them.
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"HOLD ON! Let's pause that.
My names Easton Carpenter.
And this is MY story!"
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Should I make a story from this?
Also to clarify;
Sugar honey ice tea= Shít
BBQ in the church house= Bítch
The 'Shít' one is from Madagascar i think and I came up with the 'Bítch' one.
Stay safe out there and have a great night/day everyone!