The next morning, I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and the faint clink of porcelain in the kitchen downstairs. It was almost peaceful, almost like nothing had happened yesterday night when I did an amazing drift worthy of a viral TickTock video.
Though, I am not free from the wrath of the older sister, sadly.
I sat up and took another glance at the notebook and pen on my desk, which Eirlys personally given me as a part of me being grounded for my mischevious acts. I then sighed and glanced up at the giant sticky note on the wall that said in her own terrifying cursive handwriting:
"100 times, or you're cut."
I didn't know what cut meant in this context, and I am not adventurous enough to find out.
I rubbed my eyes, sat down, and started scratching out the words:
I will not put Hailie in danger.
I will not put Hailie in danger.
I will not put Hailie in danger.
I will not put Hailie in danger.
I will not put Hailie in danger.
I will not put Hailie in danger.
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