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ON A DARE !

ON A DARE !

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Chapter 1 One

Word Count: 1332    |    Released on: 09/03/2023

butterfly fluttering through my tummy was almost unbearable, but being the brave girl I was, there was no stop

aking really hard as if I was the funniest thing he'd ever seen. His frie

s hideous as you and please try to brush your teeth, your breath fucking stinks," he s

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onscious choose to torture me with it so early in the morning was beyond me. Like I didn't cringe and shudder enough whenever I thoug

st waiting for inspiration to hit me and make me remember, but I was such a freaking wuss. I couldn't reme

ed around my ankles. I went down with an ump. My face smacked against the g

like a normal person" I got o

er way, all struggling to make a debut. I normally cut It short,

saying that for a month now. I know, I know, I'm a chronic procrastinator, but come on, cleaning is so hard. You had to pick up the dirt, wash all the pi

me out of it. I peered at the sachet that looked like it had been mauled by a wild bear. Just kidding. It was freaking empty. I looked around the tin

day before. "Or didn't I?". ugh, frustrating day ever. I turned on the faucet, but nothing c

ich still refused to be straightened despite all my love and attention. well, I'm just going to have to deal with it. Bitch hair. I

at to do with all my problems. I don't know what to do with them either

se, I'll pay back". I made prayer han

ght have an idea of what's going through her head, 'wh

"You don't have to pay me back. I

r fiercely, trying hard to bring out ugly tears. I don't succeed, bu

t rolled her eyes at my antics, not letting go of the bag either. "I got you creams, perfume, soap, lotion, everything you nee

p at her. "

unclog your faucet, so you c

saw it shining just now. "Oh mom, what will I do

ng!" she answered

't be so mean. But you're right. I'm going t

, her gaze slipping to the mess of hair on my h

ot asking myself that same question" I

apa's fault,

mess in my room before turning back to face her with my mopping face on. "Mom, can you help me clean my room. My clothe

uffering inta

t even do the normal house chores, yet you c

added fucking, but I don't think mom will be

pile. Goodness

ying past her down the stair, knowing at the back of

at girl of mine. Just w

l do with myself too, so I g

I mean I am just that average girl, with a lot to give, that is if I was given the chance. I just needed to get

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