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Chapter Quince (15)

•[Time skip of almost five years :)! Congrats, (Y/n) is now a grown adult with a messy life!]•

(Y/n)'s POV

I was laying on the couch, looking at the TV, Peppa pig was being played. I was just trying to clear up my mind.

I couldn't believe it's been almost four years since that dream, it felt like it was yesterday. But no, it has been four entire years... Or five, I don't know.

(A/n: changed some shit to get it more accurate. Author did a little research after I wrote this. I'm stoopid.)
When I finished High School, I enrolled to a university to get a master's degree in forensic science. I wanted to become a crime scene investigator. (A/n- you can change it, as well as the job. I chose one because it's difficult for me to try and fit a general term for a job. Also, for plot purposes, but it won't matter that much.)
I got my degree, had to work with an experienced person, and now I'm on my own. I won't get into more details on how the fuck I ended up in my career.

I have seen things, some gruesome shit. It sometimes makes me appreciate what I have, because it can be gone in a few seconds. But then I remember, it's just the cycle of life and death comes in all ways, at any moment, any place. I may need therapy.

Well, I was still staring at the TV, my stomach suddenly grumbled loudly. I sat down and looked around the living room, the glass coffee table was shattered on the floor, a knife was on a wall, deep enough so it wouldn't fall.

"I really need to clean" I said, taking a deep breath and then sighing.

I grabbed my phone, which is an old flip phone. I turned it on, I had some messages from Kyle. I opened his chat and we started texting each other.

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Kahl
Online.

Hey, I'm getting home a little
later.

I'll pass McDonald's later, do
you want anything?

ANSWER ME YOU BITCH!

HEEEY.

Hi fucktard

Sorry, I was distracted
watching an amazing tv show.

Was it Peppa pig by
any chance?

Are you spying on me
or something?

No, u watch that
when u r on ur free days

u got the british accent from it,
fucking up more ur accent.

It's a mix of many accents, and
it created ur accent. A
horrifying accent.

Oh, yes

My accent is  A M A Z I N G

Uh huh, too bad ur
voice is annoying as fuck

So, want anything from
McDonald?

A Quater Pounder with
Cheese Deluxe and
a Big Mac.

And about my voice...
Go fuck yourself

I have one question.

how do u manage to type
so fast on a flip phone?

Practice.