A GOOD SIDE

CHAPTER TWO.

Please don't forget to vote🌹

Face claim for priscilla at media box

Song for the chapter: gumbody by burna boy ft jorja smith💚

📍🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾📍

PRISCILLIA P.O.V

I honestly didn't understand why the sun decided to cook my fresh skin this morning.
I usually stayed under the sun from like 7:00 to 7:30, just to be blessed naturally with VITAMIN D. It was a daily routine, a daily routine that blessed my skin and bones in different measures. All my years of carrying out this action I have never felt this roasted, I mean I had just spent ten minutes. Just ten minutes under the sun and I was already sweating terribly. If you hadn't known better you would think I fell into the pool. I honestly felt like I had offended nature, like it was just 7:10 and the sun was this hot, I wondered what it would be like at noon.

I got up from the sun lounger, frustrated as hell as I grabbed my phone and the orange juice box I had by my side. I moved towards the main building of my humble home. Wait did I say 'humble', wrong wrong, this house wasn't humble at all, sometimes I wondered why my dad built such a large house, I mean we we're just a family of 5, why have a house with nearly 20 rooms. If you would ask me, I'd honestly say it's too much.
But my say doesn't have anything to do with this anyways, it's all on Mr Johnson. The senior man of this 'humble' home. I remembered the towel I left behind and rushed back to pick it, before heading back to the house.

I walked into the main sitting room, and noticed my mom talking to someone. I looked hard and discovered it was Patricia's therapist.

Yes. Patricia.

I had a twin. I never enjoyed having a twin by the way,no twin goals. Nothing at all 'cause she always kept to herself, still we found out she's mentally unstable. It started with her having imaginary friends.

Note, friends.

She even placed them over me. Her own twin sister, I was broken. But that's not a story for today, so...

I flew up the stairs very quickly, so they won't notice me. The discussion seemed very serious. Oh Patricia...

I passed powell's room and decided to look for trouble. I walked back to his door opened it and jammed it as hard as I could, I even flinched at the loud bang. "Who's that?!!" I heard him shout. I'm sure his was just waking up. Lazy ass.

"Your ancestors!" I shouted back, and rushed into my room making sure I locked the door to avoid stories that touch.

I headed for my bathroom, brushed my mouth for the second time today and had my bath. I don't joke with my teeth, people. There are a lot of thing I don't joke with but my teeth, skin and face are my main priority. Like I had to cut a lot of friendship with touchy people. Like just stay the HELL OUT OF MY FACE!!!. I got out of the bathroom, wore something comfy and landed on my bed.

I had declared today "priscilla's indoor day". The people I live with are not supposed to disturb me and let me stay in my room for 24hours, sometimes I wished the amount of hours could extend.
I already stuffed my room with all I needed and planned on binge watching 'Bridgerton' on netflix. The hype was too much, now let's see it's worth the hype.

After arranging all the snacks on my bed, I hopped on it making all my arrangements go to waste. I put the tv and the a.c on, ready to dive into pleasure and 24hours of 'do-not-disturb'. What a day.

And then I heard it, I just had to hear it. I mentally slapped myself for not putting my phone on d-n-d mode. A text came in and curiousity just had to get the best of me. I got down from my bed and headed towards my dressing table where my phone laid, effortlessly.