Peyton Paul is Jake and Logan Paul's 16 year old sister. But, she's tired of hurting, tired of loving , tired of hating, tired of feeling. ⚠️WARNING⚠️ if you are triggered by self harm or swearing, DO NOT continue reading.. *COMPLETED*
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I was awoken by the sound of everyone vlogging. I took a shower and put this out fit on (above) and I walked down stairs. I saw Ivan on his phone sitting at the bottom of the stairs. I jumped on his back. I think I scared him a little bit...
" What the hell Peyton!" I laugh hard. "Well good morning to you too Ivan!" I say giggling. He tried to hold in his laugh but he just couldn't. "Oooo get it Ivan!" Yelled Chance and Anthony. "No Ivan! Don't get it! In fact, leave it, or your dead!" Yells Jake.
Geez I have a protective brother. "I do believe it says Peyton on my birth certificate, not IT." I yelled at jake sarcastically. He smirked. "Wanna play FIFA soccer with me?" Asked Ivan. "Sure!" I smiled. . . . "Dude!" Shouted Ivan. "Ha! I totally kicked you Mexican ass!" "I'm actually from Spain so!" "Whatever, either way you don't have a visa!" I laughed. (Nooffense to Spanish people) he gave me a death glare. "Awwwe, your so cute when your mad Ivan!!" I said sarcastically. "Ok ok now get out I gotta take a shower!" "K bye Ivan." "Bye." I walked out of the ratchets room, and headed downstairs.
I walked in the kitchen to get a snack. "Hey." "Oh, hey Jake." "What were you doing in the ratchets room with Ivan?" He asked grillingly. "Nothing! Just play FIFA soccer." He eyed me. "Ok." "Goodnight Jakey." "Goodnight P." And with that I slipped away to as most call it, dreamland. As I call it, for me at least, nightmare city...
