𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫 ✔️

Six

SOPHIA MANSON.

"Love me, love me, say that you love me!"

"Shut up! Sophia!" Yelled my brother, meet my oldest brother who decided to join in our adventure, Elliot.

"I want to sing!" I shouted back from my bedroom, I'm too lazy to go downstairs.

I heard footsteps coming from downstairs, he must be walking upstairs to scold me. I rolled my eyes, put down the magazine and took my earphones out.

The door slammed and here comes Elliot with an angry look.

He got transferred here from France, that guy is an accountant. And a fantastic one, just an old 23-year guy who have no love life or social life.

"I'm working, you bitch." He said, him wearing those squared glasses didn't take him seriously but made him silly.

I tried to not laugh and kept a serious face," I love singing."

"The neighbours might have cancer in the ears." He said and left my room who still has boxes left that I haven't opened yet.

"That doesn't exist!" I yelled and rolled my eyes for the second time.

"Whatever, he's dumb." I said to myself and then go back to reading my useless magazine which I used to kill some time, Julia went to her cheerleading practice she got in thanks to her flexible exercise while I was a fan of watching anime and being a bad bitch.

"Makes some friends, you weirdo!" Elliot suggested I groaned, the last thing I need is friends don't get me wrong I do have a couple of friends back in my country but right now I'm just a lazy piece of shit that doesn't care about socialization.

I get from my bed and put on a large sweater even though it's fucking 29 degrees outside.

Once I came downstairs, I saw my brother who is holding a package of papers. It must be boring to work.

"Oh! You here finally. Can you give this to the neighbours, please?" He pointed out a cake on the counter, I sighed and took the cake in my hands carefully.

I walked toward the house and ignored my brother comment who is right now in his workaholic state. I locked the door on my way out and crossed the road to reach the front house. The house was similar like ours except they were a lot of exotic flowers and a Santa Claus statue.

They must be eager for Christmas. I wish them a Merry Christmas early.

I knocked on the door and look at the marble floor who were interesting, they were a lot of types of roc-

"What are you doing here?"

I lifted my head up and screamed as I took two steps back from him. The person looked at me confused. It's Nathaniel bitch, the guy who was always on his phone.

"Nathaniel bitch?!" I asked and he cringed.

"The fuck? I'm not his bitch!" He argued back.

"Who stays behind him whenever he's walking?" I asked myself thinking that I'm always right, every fucking time, in cliché dumb story they are always one popular and two of his bitches. Just like Regina and her dumb squad.