The Omega's bully (sassy omega series)
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ays make me feel at ease and like I belong. I pass by the charming shops and cafes that line the str
delightful aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries fills the air. Mrs. Jenkins
s your day at school?" she
ual," I reply, returning her smile as I gr
as a mechanic. His hands are covered in grease as he tinkers with an ol
asks, wiping his hands on a rag a
e," I reply, giving him a quick
n the outskirts of town. It may be small, but it's filled with
day making it big in the NBA but for now he works as a waiter in a five star restaurant, how cool is that, I
ol?" he asks, his eyes
rug, knowing that Jake's basketball
ossed in her coloring book. When she sees me, her face ligh
w was school?" s
her smile as I put down my bag. "Are
grabbing her backpack. We head to the bathroom together,
ange into a comfy pair of jeans and a faded t-shirt. I t
kiosk. Our parents are busy attending to the colorful fruits and
was school?" she asks, he
iving her a quick hug before h
ty. Laughter and conversations fill the air, and Lily happi
hat even though our lives may be simple, we have an abundance of love
is forehead with his sleeve. Despite the fatigue evident on his face, there'
the kiosk and start our journey back home. The streets are now quiet,
er plans and sharing anecdotes from their day at the kiosk. I listen with
uaint town. Along the way, we encounter familiar faces, neighbors an
greets us with a kind smile as we pass by her house. "Your parents trul
ds. Despite the obstacles we face, my parents work tirelessly to
over me, a comforting escape from the chaos of the outside worl
eal filling the air. My mother effortlessly moves around t
ense of appreciation for the simple pleasures of family and home. And as we settle down to eat. I know that no
desk lamp casts a cozy light over my makeshift study area. I settle into
utine of studying. Math problems, history readings, English essays, th
he teasing from my classmates, the hurtful words of Killian. Despite my efforts
me, especially when there's so much at stake. With a renewed determination, I throw myself into my
cil on paper and the occasional rustle of pages. But even the most dedicated student needs a bre
The weight of the day hangs heavily on my shoulders, but I refuse to let it drag me down. T
my room and the loud snore of my little sis. And as sleep takes over, a glimmer of hope shines through the darkn