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I roll my eyes at how quickly his tough guy act has been defused. “Saph, this is Brickland, my best friend and roommate. Brickland, this is Saph. She is here for the next month from Running River,” Syl officially introduces us. “Nice to meet ya officially, Saph. Syl’s been goin’ on and on about her new friend all week,” Brickland says. He extends his hand out for me to shake. I hesitantly place my hand in his, noting the rough calluses on his palm.

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) "Drop the saws, Zilo! Tell the mechanicals to stand down before you tear the lungs out of this mountain!" Sofia’s voice tore through the screeching of grinding metal and the groaning of ancient timber. She stood at the edge of the decimated grove, her boots caked in a mixture of black mud and shimmering violet sap. She was leaning heavily on Nomo, her face a mask of exhaustion, yet her eyes burned with a clarity that silenced the nearby soldiers.

Sophia said, still laughing at my reaction. "I hate you," I said, sticking my tongue out at her, making her laugh even harder for a few more minutes before she regained her composure, 'I'm going to sell her on the black market one day.' I thought as a small smile played on my face as I formulated my plan in my head. "Let's dig in before the food gets cold," Sophia said as we all dug into our meals, and as we continued talking about ourselves, Austin spoke up while his face was still stuffed with food, saying, "This sauce is the bomb, Sophia."

Chalk lines traced by children curved into one another, forming a single circle around the fountain. Then—interruption. A voice shouted from the crowd: “She’s a fraud! I saw Sophia in Guayaquil last night, demanding tribute!” Gasps rippled. Suspicion flared. Sophia raised her voice immediately. “Then bring the witness here. Let them speak. Let them touch the cloth.” A man stepped forward, eyes darting nervously. He reached for the cloth, pressed his hand to it—then froze. His story faltered, his words collapsing into silence. Raven moved swiftly, guiding him away.

- That's good, now I'm holding you in my hand, one misstep from you, I'm destroying you, I'm destroying your reputation in a second, the ball is in your court, be you and your dirty friend you leave us alone we keep your secrets either otherwise everyone will know that first you sleep with men,Segundo you sell drugs, you understood correctly, answer me IS WHAT YOU ME DID YOU UNDERSTAND? - Yes I took - It is very bad man, now, it is the hegira for you. Sophia takes a syringe out of her bag and Doudou was immediately scared. - What are you doing here ? -I'm sending you to hell

_______ Upon arrival, I saw the first poster on my locker and I croaked into tears as I tore it off. There, in a bold print, was my mother cleaning a toilet that I assumed belonged to Brooke. Mom was in a maid uniform and Brooke took the liberty into adding a silly caption which read : Clean Enough Miss. Diamond? And at the bottom of the page, it reads, Blossom Wright's mother. Now everyone would know my mother cleans toilets for a living. Sophia and Nina appeared right after. They really were two guardian angels. Sophia was holding tissues and Nina comforted me. "I can't believe Brooke would stoop this low," Sophia snapped.

He opened the car and carry me in his arms. "Hmm...I'm liking this already. Let's just snuggled and watch some movies." "Sure, we can do that if you want." He carried me and put me down, once we reached the sofa. "Ice cream, chocolate, or popcorn?" He asked me while walking to the kitchen. "James baby, you're speaking my language now. Ice cream, please. I'm taking a quick shower first, you can pick the movie." Half an hour later we cuddled up in front of the TV freshly showered, ice cream in hand, and watching some zombie apocalypse. I was holding my breath every five seconds. "This is a very frustrating movie, James."

~~~~~ Downtown Apartment ~~~~~ 3 am. Sophia groaned from the mosquitoes biting her body, her hands ran down her body in an attempt to get rid of the mosquitoes. After countless trials of getting rid of the mosquitoes, she sat up from the bed in anger and frustration. Her eyes drifted to Jade sleeping and snoring peacefully and her lips curved up in disgust, she rolled her eyes at him. He was the reason she was here in a downtown dump, if he hadn't been so angry and talked as he liked to his father then they would not have been in the situation.

Mango wanted to cry as she felt really unsettled deep down. Sophia became anxious when she saw Mango's reaction. "Don't cry! Mango, I'm really fine and it was just a choke." "However, Mango looked at her and asked as Sophia didn't answer her question straightforwardly, ""Auntie, be honest with me and tell me, did you already know about your body's condition?"""

“Then clearly, you’re a genius. Can I see it?” “Later! Mommy says breakfast first.” Sophia appeared then, wearing a faded T-shirt and jeans, her hair piled in a messy bun. She looked tired, but her eyes lit up just a little when she saw me. “You’re early.” She said… “Excited.” I admitted. She raised a brow. “About what?” “Getting beaten at a block tower building.” Her lips curved, not quite a smile, but close. “You’re in for a rough morning, then.”