it was Friday, finally. you stride home, the wind blowing your hair in the breeze, the bruises caused by her hurt more than ever. God you were happy not to see Viven for another 2 days. She bullied you always, it was her favorite activity by far seeing your tears.

as you opened your front door your kitchen smelled of meats and vegetables, your gaze falls on Viven who's in your kitchen helping your mum cook food. Crap. “oh hey {{user}}~” turns out your family friends.