Page 20 of Scars & Trust


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I unpack, putting my clothes and bathroom stuff away, which takes all of five minutes. I didn’t bring much. I don’t really own much. I don’t have hobbies or collections. I didn’t pack my Playstation and don’t give a shit about the box of trophies in my old closet from all the team sports I played. Looking around the room, it feels empty.

The girls start harassing me every couple of minutes about sitting in my room ‘doing nothing’ instead of coming out to watch the movie they put on. When yelling at me from the living room doesn’t work, they text me in a group chat.

Lil

Luca, come on. It’s a good movie and we don’t bite.

Ariana

She’s lying.

She bit me.

Twice.

Lil

OMG I was 6 the first time

And the 2nd?

Ariana

Drunk as a *skunk emoji*

Lil

OK im not 6 or drunk now, so you’re safe

Ariana

You could be a zombie

Or a vampire.

Or a werewolf.

Or a shark shifter.

Lil

*eye roll emoji*

I’m wondering what the fuck a shark shifter is when I hear a thump and squeal from the other room.

What was that?

Lil

I hit her with a pillow

Ariana

Luca, your cousin is a jerk

Is that news to you?

Ariana