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Emily said, intrigued. “Just a little,” he muttered as he sat down. “Could you sing a little for us? Please?” Emily pleaded. “No, I can’t,” Ethan replied bluntly. “Come on, Ethan, don’t be such a boring dick,” Josh teased. “Please, you don’t have to sing the whole song,” Emily pressed. “If you sing, then you can go,” Josh bargained. Ethan let out a heavy sigh. “What song?” he asked. “Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran!” Jems said almost immediately in excitement.

Jones let out, poisoning Emily's naive mind. Emily heaved a sigh, looking into Jone's eyes “If she wants to use me, I'm available. I'm that friend that is available in need” Lucas shrugs his shoulders. “You don't learn from your mistakes, don't you? After everything's over, you will come by for help.” Jones boasts, chinning up. “Emily, come over here. I think I found something.” Celine's voice echoed from Bianca's room. Emily walked out of Jones, following Celine's high-pitched voice.

*LORENZO* “Sure.” Jenkins presses his remote, and a clay flies into the air about one hundred meters in front of us. Danica gasps. “I will never hit that!” “Yes you will. Watch. Stand back.” And I feel like showing off. She’s a better pianist than me, she can cook better than me, and she beat me at chess. “Give me two birds, Jenkins.” “Yes, sir.” I put on my glasses and ear protection.

“We don’t have any music.” “You’re in luck—kind of.” She giggles, taking off one of her heels and then the other. She throws them both at me, reminding me of last night when I first met her. “I’m a terrible singer,” Emma continues. “But my mind is like a vault of song lyrics. Hope you like One Direction.” Peyton lets out an excited scream. “Oh my god, were you a Directioner, too?” “Huge,” Emma responds immediately. “Two Direction who?” Gram asks, standing between Emma and Peyton, looking completely lost.

“hmmm?? did I gain weight? I’ll check it out later.” Emilia took her time washing her hair and scrubbing her body clean. As she was rinsing her hair and body that was full of bubbles, she sings a song, “~I want you to pick me up~ pick me, pick me, pick me up~ pick me, pick me, pick me up~ pick me, pick me, pick me up~ I want you to pick me up~” Emilia turned off the shower and went to soak in the bathtub. She raised her hand up and stared at her fingers blending it with the ceiling and sang a song,

“It’s all cleared.” The relief that overtook me at that point was so sudden that I was afraid of it. I was trying to get myself to understand what was going on as I looked at Aiden who seemed to have been staring at me up until then. “Seems like Rick was smarter than I thought him to be,” Emily said as she stood to her feet. Her ability to bend flawlessly without any constraint was quite admirable for her age. “Sorry about all of this Ellie…”

, I silently said to myself. “Emily, this is Jocelyn. Jocelyn, this is Emily.” Mrs Emerson introduces. Jocelyn gave me a fake smile and turn her attention back to the plate in front of her. Everyone is quiet except for Ivory, who goes on and on about how she wants to decorate her new room in pink and have unicorn stickers all over the place. Jocelyn rolled her eyes a few times and glared at me with hateful eyes.

He just jiggles his wrinkles and flaps his loose flesh for five minutes, then grinds a non-existent dick on me for a minute… and done. Egotistical Emily isn’t about to marry a rooster of a man. I need satisfaction, not this weird shit.

They were claws. "See?" Julian whispered, floating beside her. "This is what you are. A Silencer. A Void-Witch." He smiled. It was a shark’s smile. "You aren't my mother. You are my food." He opened his mouth. It unhinged, revealing rows of needle-teeth. He lunged at her throat. Emily woke up screaming. But the scream didn't come out. Her throat was paralyzed by the drug. She lay there, mouth open in a silent shriek, tears streaming down her face into her ears.

🏢🏢🏢 "Aisshhh!...Nothing ever works out perfectly for me," Emily pouted her lips and angrily tossed away the unopened soju bottle. She took a deep breath, propping herself up on her elbows, and gazed at herself in the mirror, clicking her tongue disapprovingly. "Tsk tsk tsk," she muttered. But then, a small smile appeared on her face. "You're such a failure, Emily," she whispered to her reflection.