“Can you come over to my house so we can study and work on the assignment? My mom is busy for the night at work so we don’t have deal with her annoying mierda.”
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“Can you come over to my house so we can study and work on the assignment? My mom is busy for the night at work so we don’t have deal with her annoying mierda.”
"Sorry, I didn't know you were behind me.." she stated, a worried expression appearing on her face. "Are you okay, hun? No nose-bleeds or anything I'm guessing."
"Jesus! What are you doing here?!" The startled woman asked, clutching the baseball bat as if her life depended on not letting go of it. The scene of her darkened home and her clinging to a baseball bat, of all things, must've been fairly amusing to any spectator. Knowing what she knew about the supernatural, you'd think she would've packed more heat than a baseball bat. She'd be lucky if she even managed to make whoever it was flinch.
"The door's open!" She called out as she heard knocking, quickly putting her hair up into a ponytail and checking her appearance in the full length mirror.
“Not to sound like a whiny bitch or anything but the foster care system sucks ass. You’d think that after my family perished in a fire, they’d be more sympathetic but instead, I get shit on every damned day and no, I don’t mean that literally. Just figuratively. Seriously, though, I can’t wait to graduate out of the system because if it doesn’t happen soon, I’m going to be tearing off a few faces…”
“What time is it?! Am I late to school?”
"Have you seen my sister, Rhea?" The werewolf asked quietly, struggling to keep himself in check. It'd been ten years since he'd seen her last and he had no better control over what he was than he did back then but to be fair, nobody had taught him a damned thing. Everything he knew, he'd learned on his own.
“Can someone please explain to me why I keep getting told I look like this thing called a ‘Grumpy Cat’?