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56.DAY OFF!
note: YALL DONT KNOW HOW LONG I WAS WAITING FOR THIS OMGGMGMGM
this is mostly about the manager babes and you.... but uh... yk dont skip this chapter because we all love the managers and this is very helpful in like determining their personalities for later chapters...
soo plsss dont skip i know how you wattpadians are you dont read anything that isn't hardcore making out (me too but still) please guys!!!!
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YOUR
sisters crash into your room and grab at your makeup with greedy little fingers, that are only stopped when you swat them away.
"Owch!" The younger one, who's the ripe age of 8, whines, rubbing her aching fingers with pouty cheeks. The older one, aged 14, huffs, eyes half-lidded as she looks away.
"Not cool, [name]! You were away for so long... now you're being mean to us!"
You hide your smile behind an indifferent expression. Despite this—you ruffle her hair. You can't help but feel happy at the fact you're home with your siblings once again. "Because I need this stuff. I'm going out soon."
"Why are you leaving when you just came back?!" Your youngest sister grabs onto the back of your tank top with grabby hands—pulling at the fabric and frowning. "You should spend time with us, instead!"
You sigh, dabbing some powder onto your face. "I know, I know. I will. I'm just meeting up with my friends. I promise, tomorrow, I'll go shopping with you two, okay?"
"Yay!" They both simultaneously cheer, and you can't help the grin that stretches across your face.
"Since we're totally rich now, because of your fancy job, can we buy some makeup for me, too?" Your slightly older-younger sister asks with sparkles in her eyes.
You look over your shoulder, fixing your hair, "Sure. Just don't tell mom, okay? She'll get mad."
"Ok—!! My lips are sealed!!" She grins.
You stand up, off your bed and dust off your flared pants, giving them a little twirl. "Okay. How do I look?"
"Super ugly!" Your youngest sister sticks her tongue out at you, like the child that she is.
"Cute." The teenager gives you a thumbs up from where she sits cross-legged on your bed. You flick the forehead of your baby-sister and roll your eyes.
"Whatever. Thanks." You reach for your purse, slipping in your power and a puff beside it, before grabbing for your phone and slipping on a thick, fur-trimmed woollen jacket.
