𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝟗 𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐎𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨.

🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐

You wake up in your stuffy room, the sun trying to filter through the blinds. Rubbing your eyes to get used to the light, you sit up and turn to look at the clock. It's not that early, you could sleep in, but today you're going to a cookout with your family. Your parents' friends will be there, probably with their kids.

You limp to the bathroom, the recent injury you got during a fight catching up with you. You tug on the door handle, only to find it locked.

"What the hell...?" you mumble, tugging harder, as if that would change anything.

"Please stop doing it!" a soft voice sounds from the other side of the door. Are you not alone? Who is it?

The door swung open and you saw a girl, quite short, dark-skinned, her hair braided, her eyes looking up at you tiredly.

🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐

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