𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐜𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, an ordinary girl that works at the Crestmore, she was known to be a compassionate and serene person, with a heart of gold.
𝐄𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢, the rank 1 mafia leader, he was known for his brutal and m...
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Morona McCallister
"Rona never cook in your life again!" My dad yelled.
I burned the scrambled eggs and toast.
"Sorry!" I went to open the windows to let out the soot.
Fuck sake.
I can never cook without burning something. Except noodles, those were easy.
Doesn't matter, my dad is sick of me.
"You're going to be 20 and you don't know how to cook," he frustratedly says.
I find that offensive.
"Seriously dad?" I exhaled.
"Hey, I cannot be late for work. Can you clean up this mess? I'll be back in a few hours, please get dressed by the time I come back," he said, grabbing his things and slamming the door.
After cleaning up, I took a shower and put on only a bra and shorts.
I sat in my vanity, half naked as I began with my makeup.
'At least I don't have work,' I thought to myself.
I turned on the TV and played some music loudly.
After some time, I finished.
I only put mascara with a perfect wing of eyeliner, I'll do my lips when I leave.
It's effortless, I just wanted a simple look. Nothing too big.
But in the meantime I put on lip gloss.
I received a notification on my broken phone from Laina saying, 'I'll be at your house in ten.'
I turned the TV off as I walked to my balcony.
I traced over the tattoo on my wrist, which was a trio tattoo that I got with Laina and Rosa.
It was related to celestial, and we got our favorite flowers next to it.
Rosa had the moon with pansies, Laina had the sun with dahlias, and I had the star with orchids.
We got this tattoo together last year.
Only because we've been best friends for twelve years.
I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the doorbell ring.
