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Warning! There is a lot of swearing in this post.
PS. This blog has a new editor. Let's welcome Sara Sims. *applause inserted here*
Warning! There is a lot of swearing in this post.
PS. This blog has a new editor. Let's welcome Sara Sims. *applause inserted here*
*Kristine's POV*
I was folding clothes in my room when the doorbell rang. I set the shirt down that I was about to finish folding on the bed and raced to the front and opened the front door.
"Hello," A young woman stood in the doorway, about my age, in her early twenties. "My name is Lydia Wielen, Draaier's friend."
"Hello," A young woman stood in the doorway, about my age, in her early twenties. "My name is Lydia Wielen, Draaier's friend."
"You can let her in." Draaier came over, "Hey, Lydia!"
I went back into my bedroom to start folding clothes. "Kris! Don't be shy! Say hi to Lydia! Oh, yeah, okay. You can go back to doing your mommy stuff." I smiled at his sense of humor, and then carried on folding clothes and doing the laundry.
*Draaier's POV*
I gazed into Lydia's ruby-like eyes. "Soo..."
"Yea?" Lydia smiled.
I gazed into her hypnotizing eyes, "Uhh...-" But before I could finish, she grabbed me by the cheeks and started to make out. I tried so hard to break from her grasp, but when I did, it was too late. Kristine stood there, her eyes as wide as the ocean.
"How could you?! You're such a jerk!" she motioned
"How could you?! You're such a jerk!" she motioned
"Kris! Get it together, it's not what you think!" I try to give her an apologizing hug, but instead she shoved her fingers into my eyes and kicked me in the groin.
"Let's talk about this!" I follow her as she marches into our room and slams the door. I turned around to find Lydia, smirking.
"Let's talk about this!" I follow her as she marches into our room and slams the door. I turned around to find Lydia, smirking.
"You.... MOTHERFUCKER." I marched up to her. "SHITBAG, why?"
Kristine came out with a large suitcase.
Kristine came out with a large suitcase.
"Where are you going, Kris?"
"I'm leaving you, you SLUTBAG. I never wanna see your slutty ass again." she motioned, grabbing her suitcase and running away outside.
*Kristine's POV*
I left my house and ran away to the island shore, getting ready to leave Turner Island. I had to leave now, with no turning back. I found a small, abandoned rowboat next to me.
It wasn't much, really, but it was the only way to get outta here. I sailed away, hoping to reach the shores of a new city.
It wasn't much, really, but it was the only way to get outta here. I sailed away, hoping to reach the shores of a new city.
It was a few days until I reached the shores of Sunlit Tides. I was bound to find somewhere to live, and, of course, something to eat. Once I finally got something to eat, a burger, I was grabbed by someone and tossed into the back seat of a car.
No, it can't be happening again.
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