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He didn’t know what it was about her — that insane chaos, that fearless mouth, or that ridiculous plant — but something about Timtim Mishra was crawling under his skin. And he wasn’t sure if he hated it… or liked it too much.

Way to be inconspicuous. Drake wordlessly sat down, and I glimpsed at the screen, seeing two videos. Drake clicked on the first video and played after buffering for a moment. The screen lit up once more and the sparks of light from the video jumped out and bounced off the walls. I looked, one by one, at Drake, Parker and Justin, their faces eerie under the dull glow. The screen was glitching grey as it shimmied into picture.

Too many responsibilities. Tea looked up at the scorching sun, squinting to look at the clouds. She listened to the birdsong that charmingly danced against her eardrums. She wiped the sweat off her perspiring forehead then rubbed it on her dirty, muddy vest which covered only her chest. She walked towards the corner of the still dirty floor and left the broom there, already weary from her hard work. The half-finished roof sheltered her from the heat and brought with it a refreshing coolness that satiated her body’s rising temperature. Her bright green eyes fluttered before coming to a stop at the curve of her cheek. And sleep came like a hunter closing on its prey. She dreamed. And when her

Anaya, I'm sorry, I will run away from this world all alone, I don't want to bring you with me, you should stay, take care of your siblings, make a life, get married and be happy. Asher, I love you, baby, your brother is going to go to heaven, I will pray for you every day, I need you to know that you've always been my favourite, my number one. Please, live on, move on, I'm not worth your tears or sadness. Hey, Andrew

MIRANDA Highway to Hell by AC/DC blared from the speakers as I drove toward the Astor Mansion — because I had no clue what else to call that massive house. It seemed like a fitting song when it came on from my sister's playlist since I had planned and orchestrated five deaths so far — five because a year ago I had given Ace the idea to kill Gabby's piece of shit husband.