𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐘𝐄 𝐌𝐑.𝐀. kalynn koury

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notes app:

04/05/21
5:34 A.M
august mckinnley

     dear fucking diary,

i just woke up. it sucks. i am tired and i had to sleep in a small tent with kieran and pepper. kieran and i were forced to share a sleeping bag and- one sec, pronoun check- he kept kicking me in his sleep. the little bitch. so, i got no sleep and i have no coffee because fUCKING SUNA FORGOT TO BRING IT.

i would literally snort coffee beans right now if we had them. i'm desperate here.

on the bright side, kalynn seems more miserable than i am, which makes me feel better. she was woken up earlier than i was (five am- WHO THE FUCK WAKES UP AT FIVE A M???) and is extremely irritable. it did not help that mina asked "is it that time of the month again" despite being a cis female and also having a period.

i cannot relate.

so now i am sitting on the ground, and i'm pretty sure there is a worm crawling into my boot. ew-

oh shit arden is looking over my shoulder help-

     "august!" grunted arden, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. their split dyed hair was tangled into a messy bun, which august was sure she'd have trouble getting out of. "i can see what you're writing-"

     "no you can't." denied august, quickly closing their phone. they'd been good about saving the battery, as they'd only taken one spare portable charger. it was only on 67%!

     arden glared, stomping over to mina and suna's tent. they'd been given the honor of keeping the food and arden was hungry. it was a match made in heaven.

     "little shit-" they heard her mumbling as she entered the couples tent.

    coincidentally, on the opposite side of the camp site, one certain brunette had the same idea.

     kalynn glared at the sleeping form of weston, resisting the urge to kick him with the hard bottom of her boot. another loud snore came from weston, his chest moving up and down with each breath.

     she grabbed his phone with ease, lifting it from where her brother had so gently set it atop his pile of dirty clothes. with nimble fingers, she opened the phone, easily typing in the passcode -6969, so original- and entered the notes app.

new note:
monday, april 5th, 2021
5:41a.m

dear westons notes app,

my life sucks and i hate it here.

i am covered- COVERED- in bug bites (mostly moskoto mosqitos misquiti wHY DOESNT HE HAVE AUTO CORRCZO ON) and i think i got bit by a spider while asleep.

weston, if you see this (which you will) i wish you a horrible time. i pray that your socks get wet and hun gets stuck in your hair.

also, you have a serious snoring problem. like- what the fuck dude? i couldn't sleep because your were constantly snoring in my ear. at least pepper brought sleeping pills so she could actually get to sleep but i had nothing. nada. very bad time.

when you wake up, i wish you the worst.

no love, your sister
kalynn koury.

p.s, i saw a spider climb into your sleeping bag at 4am. have fun with that :)

     kalynn smiled, content with her note in westons phone. she shut it off, not exiting the app. he'll have fun with that when he wakes up, surely.

     and, as a last thought, kalynn sent a kick to weston's leg on her way out. he snored calmly in response, not moving other than for the small motion of his leg being kicked.

mother fucker-