Our lives

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𝒩𝓎𝒶'𝓈 𝓅ℴ𝓋

"Come on"

We're running down the halls into a cellar room I made specially for us.

"Wait up Nya" Jay said running behind me, we reach the room finally.

I open the door to show him....

"Nya, it's amazing" Jay gasped in suprise looking at the ceiling and how it was all arranged.

"How did you even do this"

"Well, since you guys are always on missions I've had sometime to myself" I say scratching the back of my head.

I did feel pretty proud of myself, I mean I barely go on missions and I've been studying mechanics.

I flip a switch to turn on the music.

"Jay Garmadon-Walker" I stretch out my hand trembling a bit, "Will you dance with me"

He nods, takes my hand and wraps his other hand around me.

I can feel butterflies in my stomach honestly, nothing can ruin this.

"NUMBER NINE, NUMBER SIX"

We break out of each others arms.
Master Garmadon busted in and he wasn't happy.

"Shame on you, you are fully aware that 'playtime' is limited to saturday mornings"

Jay looked down in shame and I know how he felt well kinda, I'm masters least favourite.

"Next time you shall be locked in the dark room NOW OUT!!" he pointed at the door as we ran out.

𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒉....

He never changes.

𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳....

𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙡'𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙫

I hate going to bed. Don't get me wrong, I love sleeping what I hate is sleeping at night.

"Master may I talk to you" I said entering into Master Garmadon's study.

"Sorry Seliel" said Aunt Misako, her and Master Garmadon are married which is kinda weird cause she's so sweet and he's opposite. "He's busy"

I rolled my eyes "he always is". I stormed out, why did I go there.

I walk towards my room and spot Nya.

"Nya what do you want"

"Ummm....I thought you might want to have some girl time like sisters" she smiled, handing out a blanket and water flask; probably filled with hot chocolate.

"Nya just get out and leave me alone" I say. Really not in the mood for  games.

"Okay" she said sadly "maybe next time" she walked away.

I know I was a bit harsh, but can you blame me.

I enter my room and sat on my bed thinking.

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