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                             Chapter 2
『 real life 』
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            tw underage drinking, vomiting




















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"Prim" someone whispers in my ear

"Prim" they do it again

I'm trying to sleep will they just fuck right off

"Prim" They repeat even louder

"What?" i groan half asleep

"Wake up" they shake me

I groan and hit whoever it is

"Oww what the fuck, this girls got some strength in her" The groan in pain finally moving away from me

"How the hell can we wake her?" They ask

And of course, there's other people in the room

"Why are you in here?" I finally open my eyes and scan the room

"Shit umm hi?" Nick says

I think it's Nick anyway

"What the hell do you want?" I ask in a rude tone

"Damn girls even got attitude when she wakes up"

Chris

"Shut up, you just woke me up, i was actually having the best dream of my life" I say

"To bad, there's a party you in?" Chris asks

"I guess i have to have some fun before i get out of here" The last few words slip out

Shit

"What do you mean before you get out of here?" Nick quotes me

"Nothing" I lie

"What are you planning?" Chris asks

"Nothing bro, get out so i can get ready" I get up of my bed

Nick leaves

"Nah i'd like to watch" Chris smirks

"Get out wierdo" I throw a pillow at him

"Damn fine then" He says and leaves the room

Leaving the door open

"DOOR" I shout

"Will you shut up, my mom and dad are trying to sleep fuckhead" Chris says coming back

"Oh, we'll close my door" I repeat

He does and i begin to get ready

I didn't really bring any party attire

So i guess this will have to do

A crochet top, orange and white

And some black cargo pants

It better not be fucking freezing

It's june

I touch up my makeup a little bit

I slept in it

I know

Gross and all

But i was way to tired

And it didn't even ruin it that much

I put on white airforces and walk out of my room

"Clean up well New York" Chris smirks

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