Chapter dedication: xx_Symphony_xx. Thank you for the sweet messages you sent to my dm. I appreciate💕
Song of the chapter: Hold on — Justin Bieber.
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I need you to hold on. Heaven is a place not too far away.
—𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷 𝓑𝓲𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓻
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Cloudless sky.
Dry air.
Early morning humidity.
They were all signs of the climatic conditions as we are fast approaching towards the end of the year. And I for one, was glad that this year was going to end in a worthwhile note at least.
To be honest, this year has been such a whole rollercoaster ride filled with ups and downs. I cannot begin to think of how my life changed drastically or should I say, how it always had an issue here and there?
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>>𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝘿𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧, 𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙈𝙄𝘿𝙀 𝘽𝙊𝙇𝘼, 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚. 𝘿𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝. 𝙃𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝘾𝙄𝙂𝙨.
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I almost double over in laughter, as I scroll through my message inbox as the text from the school management pops up. But then, who am I to complain?
Looking at the bright side, I am not to allow anything to ruin my happiness this month and henceforth. My life isn't to be wasted on the vile things of life that doesn't matter.
"It's December! Twenty-four days to Christmas! Oh ohhh sing along with me dear people, cause Christmas holiday is coming so..." My room door thrusts open with such a force that I feared that it would have been pulled down already. I'm donned in my sleeping shorts and an oversized T-shirt and my unmade hair is neatly packed in my bonnet. So you can imagine how I look with my hairbrush clutched tightly in my right grip, as I sing horribly to the song I just made up.
"Come and get your fücking clothes out of the machine. I need to use it." Cheryl looks so disheveled and distrust that you would think she was just picked from the streets, or she made a grand escape from an asylum.
However, I hiss and pretend she isn't in existence at all, so I blatantly ignore her and even jump on my water bed to spite her more. Through the corner of my eyes, I can see she is trying so much not to walk over and smack me down with a heavy slap but she knows she can never do such with the leverage I have over her.
"Imbecile! You'll regret this I swear." She mutters despicabley and storms out of my room.
"Don't forget to close the door behind you bïtch!" I yell so that she can hear me and within seconds, my door bangs with a resonating sound as she exits my room. I snort and climb down from my bed and walk over to examine my door, checking if Cheryl dented it by any chance. Satisfied with my outcome, I grab my facewipe from the dressing table and use it to clean the handle of my door.
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