Chapter 2 2

"Blew! It's finally time to sit down and eat! Exactly what Papa said!" says the little girl. My older brother screamed, and I rolled over on my bed, my laptop next to my head, my eyes closed. I was still logged onto Facebook, and the page was still active.

"I'll be back later, brother," I say.

I responded with a roar, then sat back down and renewed my attention to my Facebook feed.

I had a recollection of what had happened earlier this afternoon.

I hadn't even finished scrolling down the page when my attention was caught to the monster's side view. They did not place it in his name, but he was able to locate it.

a perspective from the side This was a genuine grabbed shot.

40,000 Likes, 3000 Comments, and 7,000 Shares are received.

The majority of the responses come from the depths of people's hearts and souls.

Upon landing in my distress, it seemed as though I was a complete moron who was astonished and rolled the case across the floor once again.

When I looked at the glass wall that was a part of my room, I thought to myself, "Ouch." My bedroom window was open, and it was pitch black outside since I hadn't drawn the curtain.

There was a swarm of people standing in Mama's little yard, and he stood out because he was tall and, based on the contour of his body and the length of his hair, he looked to be a man.

Because I couldn't see my own face, I couldn't see anybody else's. My next step was to stand in front of the glass wall, shook my cotton shorts, and take my shirt off, which had risen to the level of my chest.

When I looked down, there was no one there, and it was only the wind blowing the leaves to the right, which explained why there was no one there.

Before closing the curtain, I just disregarded what I had seen and moved on. The first thing I saw when I returned to my bed was a barrage of notifications. I merely disappeared for a brief period of time.

Julian Trouse made a passing reference to you in her most recent post.

There have been 50,000 likes, 500 comments, and 100 shares since the post was published.

I was struck across the face, and when I looked at the shot, I realized there were at least four people in it. Upon turning, I noticed an angle in front of me and was able to make out the sketch book and my face that I was carrying with me. This is so embarrassing!

As a result, Julian occasionally surprises me by using me as a test subject for his experiments when he takes photos of me.

For example, I've been embarrassed quite a bit. I was on the beach, and it was awkward since I didn't realize Julian had dressed me in a black and gorgeous bikini with checkered long sleeves, so just my front was showing, and my shorts and shoes were turning shades on me.

Ian's reaction when he was apprehended made me laugh since he had thrown the surfboard and I had still tied it to his foot, therefore leaving him paraplegic.

I had no choice but to comply with Julian's intimidation and bullying of me at that point. Julian even fought for him to modify my profile and cover photo, so I had no choice but to agree with his bullying of me.

It's OK, nothing to worry about. There were 23,000 comments and 23 thousand likes on the post. People usually make fun of me because they think I'm a nerd, so why am I wearing a bikini? Julian is entirely to blame.

"Greetings, pig! Apparently, Dad saw that you had just purchased the greatest amount of food conceivable. We'd run out of Manang's delicious food. "Please accept my apologies, young lady." While placing the 500-peso money on the side of my study table, he also questioned on my laptop and sat on the edge of my bed, he said this.

"Wow, you're really tall! "Oh, you have tabs!" I exclaimed. The mention of my profile brought a giggle from my older brother.

I promptly brought it home, where I was greeted by Julian's tag photo of me, which was a disappointment.

"Wow, you have a really photogenic personality!" The eldest brother growled under his breath as he yanked the laptop off my lap.

"People are rude," says the author. Angry, I softly whacked the arm of my older brother who was standing next to me.

My older brother's laughter came to a halt, and he, too, froze and fixed his focus on the post as my eyes grew larger.

It's impossible for me to be mistaken. That's me on the left.

I'm from Demonology, and I'm unable to see your face since you're looking at me from the side, and a demon's face cannot be seen at an angle.

It looked like you, oh," my older brother exclaimed, and I snatched the laptop and glanced at the image on the screen.

In no manner, shape, or form! It makes me think of myself.

"Can you tell me who he is?"

As I have indicated. Shit! I'm hoping my brother won't notice anything unusual.

"You're the same as me!"

"Wind! Where have you disappeared to? "It's your girlfriend on the phone!" As soon as Mama shouted, I took a deep breath. My older brother walked out of the room without a word and without looking back at me. That is wonderful news for me.

When I looked at the photos again, I noticed that there was even a caption for the classroom romance.

There has been a great deal of discussion, and people have clearly loved it; virtually everyone in St. George has enjoyed and remarked on it.

He's someone I'm familiar with. It is him who has Demonitry Khalil Perez, and she has Trixia Blewy Gomez.

We even brought up both topics, and my laptop nearly blew up from the sheer number of alerts and messages it received. Was there a problem with the friend request that was approved unexpectedly?

As soon as I turned off my laptop, I got up and changed into a pair of hooded sweatpants with long sleeves and shorts.

I opted for contact lenses in order to save time.

When I looked at my wristwatch, I saw it was beyond 9 p.m., so I raced out of my room and snatched the wallet, phone, and money off the side table.

I'm so hungry right now.

I ran downstairs to meet up with Mang, who was busy washing the dishes in the sink at the time I arrived.

"Are you going to come out, Hija?" The only thing I'll do is grill you in the open air," Manang responded, turning to face me.

Manang, all I did was smile and come to a complete stop.

"Don't. "I'd want some halo-halo manang, and I also need to go shopping," she says. With a polite response, I put on my sandals and walked out from my residence. The icy wind greeted me and stole spare keys from my grasp so that I wouldn't have to worry about them myself. I'm going to knock just in case I get tired of driving home.

It is calm in our community, and there are no uneducated people who are sympathetic to us; instead, they are simply terrified.

I had already walked out of the gate when the guard simply smiled and waved.

Potato chips and mayonnaise are two of my favorite foods. Following that, there are fries and a Coke. In addition, there are graham balls.

I spit up all over myself and have no idea where I can acquire the other foods that I am longing to consume right now.

Even at night, I continue to walk with a large number of people.

I was a little scared because I was in the dark for the first time. Maybe I'll go back and collect my wallet and phone a little later. Instead of a purse, I should have brought a wallet.

While driving down the street on the right side, with a car in front of me, it appeared as if my spirit had traveled to our home on the next block.

I didn't move till the car door opened and I took a long breath in and out.

I was running back less than halfway through the day, and I didn't feel like anyone was following me, so I broke the laces of my sandals and landed on the side of the road a few feet away.

When I detect that someone is standing behind me, I make an effort to get to my feet.

Why, Lord, are things the way they are?

I won't be able to move until he sits close behind me and supports me in getting to my feet and standing up.

When I turned around, the diabolical countenance that greeted me took my breath away, and tears streamed down my face.

My hands were grabbing his black shirt as he sat me on one of his knees and looked at me. "I thought I was going to die," I said, my hands still clutching his black shirt.

"Has it already been too late? "Does the bat appear to be outside?" He asked a question and then removed my sandals.

"I'm starving," I said, tightening my grip on his arm as we got to our feet and started walking toward the restaurant. My phone and wallet were resting on the inside of my bowed stomach.

"It's available for purchase online," he said, and I flushed and walked away from him.

"I'd like to go out and make a selection," I explained. When I got inside the car, he opened the passenger door and slid me into the vehicle. As soon as the door was closed, he hurried over to the driver's seat.

"Do you not have access to a driver?" As he approached me, he asked a series of questions.

"No. He is a motivated individual. "However, I'm not sure," I said, before turning to confront him.

The way he approached me caught me off guard, and I immediately shut my eyes.

I waited for the click, and the car began to move forward.

"Come. I'll meet up with you in the supermarket. There's 24/7 here," he remarked, then I averted my gaze and leaned against the side of the glass.

"I'm exhausted," I remarked before closing my eyes.