Growing up, learning, being alive,
It really is boring.
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The house right besides mine was a slim yet tall, green house with a purple roof and door, which looks like one of those men's bathroom doors. It has a satel...
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“Wake the fuck up”
“Shut the fuck up”
My vulgar mouth caused me pain so early in the morning.
A harsh slap on my cheek, sent a ripple through my body as I quickly say up in bed.
As a grown ass adult, getting slapped while I'm asleep is pretty weird. Even weirder when you live alone.
“What the fuck?” I mutter looking at the female in front of me.
Her blonde hair shined under the sunlight beaming from the window.
“Get up. I already checked your schedule.”
“Schedule?”
With a sigh she gripped my ea, “Y/n Y/m/n L/n, I better see you downstairs in 5. Do you understand!”
“Yes ma'am.” I mutter obediently, watching her make her way downstairs.
Pitifully, I threw my legs over my bed frame. A small sigh left my lips as I bypassed the mirror hanging on the ajar closet. A few seconds passed as I stopped, backtracking back to my reflection.
My eyes widened along with the reflection, looking at the youth in my skin.
Personally I'm not old, even when I reach 70 I won't ever say I'm old.
Although my face was eiarly familiar, as in dejavu familiar.
“What the hell did I say?!” A voice from downstairs calls out.
“I'm coming!” I shout back, touching my hair confused.
Almost as if I traveled back to my college days.
“You heard your mother,” another female voice spoke out saying my middle name.
I left the mystery, not wanting some sort of beating from the two kidnappers… adultnappers? The weird people who somehow managed to make me look younger.
The house was nice, considering I lived in a rented apartment because it was literally impossible to buy a house with my pay.
The stairs made a small creak as I stepped down the first one.
“See there she is. I told you.” the second voice soothed gently.
Staircase lead down to into a foyer. A fucking foyer. I don't think I ever want to leave the kidnap house.
Following the voices, I made my way into the kitchen.
The blonde lady was standing over the counter, while a short haired redhead was at the table reading the newspaper.
“Y/n, you should eat before you head out.” the blonde slides a plate of breakfast to the side of the table I was standing by.
