CHAOS
She sighed frustrated.
"You know who you should choose," Jordan started playfully.
"Who," Trix asked cautiously, lifting her head off his shoulder.
"Cinderella, homie, cause you broke," Jordan said. His boisterous laughter consumed the air. Trix shoved him playfully, joining in the laughter as well.
The laughter died after a minutes and Jordan went to get a drink.
Trix was screwed. How was she going to write a story in one night. Mrs. Weller was the wicked witch of the West for coming up with such a difficult task.
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