𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧 ☼ One Day

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Third person

.✫*゚・゚。.★.*。・゚✫*.

Y/n laid on the sofa, her eyes glued on her phone as she texted her friends on their group chat. The living room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the kitchen and the tv which silently echoed round the house.

"Y/n, take out the trash!" Her father called, coming out from the kitchen with a wet dish and towel, drying it.

Y/n let out a loud groan, tilting her head back, laying it on the armrest. She stood up making her way into the small kitchen.

"Why can't Connor do it?" She asked, stretching her arms out in protest.

"Because, he's upstairs revising." He answer back, his eyes on the dishes.

"He's not even revising! You can hear him shouting at his stupid fortnite game!"

Her father placed the dish on the side, throwing the cloth over his shoulders and crossing his arms.

"Go and take out the trash or your phone gets taken away." He demanded.

She let out a frustrated sigh, grabbing the bin bags and walking out the door, cursing slightly to her father.

As she made her way to the bin and placed the rubbish in, she heard a rustling in the bushes behind her.

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