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Kilala's house was full of people!
People I was related to, some I went high school with and most of them were strangers.
But, there was food and just any food but my all favorite foods.
Is foods even a word?
Anyway, I didn't just came to eat but I wanted to talk Kilala in person about the text she sent me two weeks ago. I was looking her I'm the kitchen and living room but I couldn't find her. Instead I found her mother.
Kilala's mom was my biggest hater.
She hated me with passion.
No one really understood why she hated me, not even her.
"What are you doing in my house?" She had a scary deep voice like a ghost.
"Kilala wanted me to be here ——"
She didn't let me finish my statement.
"I don't want you and you know that. So get the hell out of my house!" She basically just yelled at me.
"OK. I'd leave."
At least your room
I went up to Kilala's room and she decorated he and the theme was rainbow.
It was like, the room tours on YouTube.
And I like it.
"Your room is goals," I told her.
"Thanks! It took a week to do this bad boy."
She looked very happy, which good but I still don't trust her.
"I'm so glad you came."
"Yeah, me too." I smiled at her.
"You were at Tamir's house——"
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