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“come downstairs ugly whore!!” my mom shouted at me. she was so evil. like literally. she was addicted to crack and meth and opium to and she would break her toes just to get more opium from tha doctors. she was literally crazy and i couldn’t wait to go to college and never see her again. i wanted 2 go 2 harverd and become a music producer because that’s what has been my dream my whole life. like elle woods is pink girly lawyer at harverd but i want to b emo music producer at harverd. but like emo in a cool smart way. im just like better than most people like that.
but i was stuck with my bitch mom for six more moths , until i graduated online school online in two weeks. before i went downstairs i looked in the mirrorr. my jet black hair was all loose around my face, so i put it up in a messy but cuz i don’t hav time for all that hair in my face. i looked like if amy lee was like smart and a teenager. i looked hot too but i wasn’t even trying like i was just in my skin tight jeans an a crop top but it wasn’t cropped cuz i wanted it it was crobbed bc it was my shirt when i was five and now im 18 and its my only shirt and ive never gotten a new shit so that’s y it’s cropbed cuz it’s really smal cuz it’s from when i was yung. it was like just a shirt idk.
also my tots r HUGE like giant bazingas.
i take one last look at my room. i didn’t have any devorations excet for what i cld take from garbage cans so i had some decor but not a lot. i had one poster of ebony darkness dementia raven way, who was my favorite book character from my favorite book my immortal (a/n if u don’t kno who dat is get da hell out of here), and another poster of hunter/x this kpop girl band who wasn’t emo except for mira (my freakin fave) but they like killy ppl in their shows as speshul effects which is like super emo.
i walked downstats to my btuch mom and she was there smoking crack and sorting meth like a freako. she gave like a huge snort of the meth and then went: “who’re! there y r! iv beeen calling your name whore!”
“well my name is amythest pamplemousse, mom.” i said sarcistically cuz im sarcastic to m mom. my name is french cuz my dad was a french mime.
“no your name is whore smith.” she pointed to my birth serticigate which was on the wall in a glass case covered in chewed food and marker. “it says so on your birth certificate that i use as a spitting food target”
i frowned at her but it’s okay cuz i kno that’s not my real birth ceritificste cuz my dad was a french mime and the real one was somewher and that one was fake.
“whatever whore! you’re not my problem anymore!”
“i’ve never been your problem in ur dauter!”
“well now u arent even that either cuz i sold u for CRACK MONEY!”
“what???”!?!?!??!?273!:!!3781??!?!4!38/9?3!??!”
“that’s right i sold u for CRAC MONEY!!!”
mom my said it again.
“you have two minutes to pack b4 your owners r here and then i’ll never see you again YAY! also can y unload the dishwasher b4 u go cuz that’s ur responsibilty not mine”
i ran upstairs in a sexy panic trying to pack all my stuff. luckily i didn’t hav much just my two posters and my mattress on the floor with a stuffed cow that my mom found on tha street cuz she said i was a cow and so here was a cow just like me. the cow plush was kinda messsed up cuz she ran over it with her car in the rain a few times b4 she gave it to me.
i had no blankets and no clothes other than my wearings. so like not too much stuff. but dere was no way in hell that i was gonna unload tha fucking dishwshder.
“oh whore!! your new owners r here!!!” i her from downstairs so i go down there with my one bag of stuff and from the stair landing i see my owners are……..
the saja boys??????
the saja boys were a kpop boy group that i HATED cuz im a hintrix stan and huntrix and saja boys r enemies. also the saja boys are totally poser preps.
one of them, the one with long pink hair said, “hey girl, we want you to be our little soda pop…”. he was quoting their song soda pop but i hate that song and didn’t want to give them the sadishfsctjon so i went
“im not your soda pop im an eighteen year old girl!” i yelled.
“well now you’re our music slave so get in the limo” a different one said. this one had hair over his eyes. my mom picked me up and drop kicked me out the door.
“by whore!” she yelled, smoking more opium and then slammed the door, so it was just me and the five saja boys. they all looked down at me. i got up, brushed the dirt off my knees and noticed that getting kicked out the door ripped a whole in the knees of my pants which is annoying cuz those r m only pants and now they have wholes in them. the picked haired one leaned a hand down to help me up.
“ill fix you up in the limo with the first aid kit, pretty girl.”
i slapped him across his pretty face.
“no thank you. saja boys? more like saja bitches!” i yelled. i totally got them. they all looked at me mouths agape. all but the main one, with the dark hair. he scoffed at me.
“u thought u ate that didn’t you. well you didn’t even chew. get in the limo”
his tone was super low and growly. i was like an eensie bit scared so i like moved and went into the limo. it was niiiiiice like plush velvety black velvet and it was super nice and temperatures were cool and calming. i got in the wayyy wayyy back of the limo. everybody else got in the front so i was super alone in the back. but that was okay cuz im loner like im happy to b alone so its okay and they had food and that was good i hadn’t eaten good food in fifty seven months only trash garbage. so i wuz lik stuffing my face w all the food i cld possibly have cuz it was yummy they had candy and sugar but i didn’t tuch the soda pop bc im not their soda pop but all the food i had a lot of.
the drive was bumpy but we made it ther eventully. But i didn’t know where cuz all the windows wer blacked out n stuff so i just felt the car stop and figured we’d arrived at wherever.
Then the really big buff guy with great abs blindfolded me, so i could no longr see his abs and also so i wouldn’t be able to tell my locostion. then he just picked me up like a sack of pirates and carried me wherever we were going.
i started like kicking and screaming cuz hey im a girl not a soda pop i can wake on my own!!! but they didn’t listen. and they shoved another blindfold into my mouth so i couldn’t scream anymore.
i got carried for like forever, at one point i think we were in an elvator cuz there was soft elevator type music. and i know cuz i have a highschool degree in music production that that gelevator music was shit. like super badly made. i wanted to say that but i still had the stupid blindfold in my mouth.
finally i get put down on a bed and my blindfold gets taken off my eyes and my other blidnold gets taken out me mouth. i’m sitting in a hospital room w the big buff one. what’s his name??? it’s like stomach or something. or like spleen. some body part.
“hey.” he said. “i’m abby” he held out his hand but i didn’t shake it. i looked sbound and i was in some like hospital room on one of those paper beds things. but then again the last time i was in a hopital it was when i birthed so like ??? who knows. but it kinda lookef like a hospital room.
abby pointed to a certfate on the wall. “i have a degree in physical therapy and fysique management, so i act as the saja boys doctor”
“why don’t you get a real doctor” i said with as much sass ass i could.
“we have… unique… medical needs” h e said all coy.
i rilled my eyes at him. “okay. why am i her tho?”
“you had no medical records, so im gifing hou a check up.”
he started doing all these doctor things like shining lights in my eyes n ears and hittin my legs w hammers but small hammers and listening to my heartbeat.
he took a long time to liten to my heartbeat. when he was listening he started like bopping his head and i was like wtf. but then h got up and said “wow u have the best hesrtbeat ive ever heard i need to record it to share w the boys.”
i didn’t answer but i gave him a good glare.
i’m gonna give this recording of ur heartbeat to the guys. while i do that u put on this smock.
he handed me a paper smock and stepped out the room. at least he didn’t make me strip naked in fromt of him if he did i would hav like tried to kill him w his doctor tools. i took of me clothes and put the smock on. just for good measure tho i grabbed a scalpel from one of his drawers and put it in between my boobs so wen he came back i could scalp him and escape.
like fig minutes later abby came back and was like lay on the table and did more doctor things. he eux respectfol wit it so i didnt scalp him yet.
afterwards he was like” okay we hav a closet of clothes for you- so you dont have to wear your dirty old stuff. it does mean that you’ll have to walk thru the building in just ur smock, if thats ok”
he wiz really nice which was good and hoenstly my clothes wer fifthy cuz my mom kidnapped the washing machine from me so i figured id jus wear tha smock out n about. i pulled my hear out of its messy bun so that i wouldn’t look as ugly and got up off the table. abby grabdd my clothes and put them into an incinerator in the wall. on the way we started talking.
“ so your name is whore smith, is that german in origin?”
i looked at him like he was stupidly cuz he kinda wud.
“uhhh no!!! my real name is amythest pamplemoose and it’s french cuz im french.”
woah french is cool
“ya i know my dad wiz a mime!!! he’s like french fr”
“you have a dad?”
“he’s like dead or missing”
“oh that makes sense. my dads dead. everyone in the band our whole families r dead”
“wow maybe i mis judged you guys as preps cus it sounds like u hav tragique backstorys.”
“oh yeah fs”
me and babby walked in silence, and i took in the place we were in. it was like massive the ceilings were eight hundred feet tall and seven miles wide and there was all this cool stuff everywher.
the other four boys walked across the hall too. abby told me eich of their names. romance, baby, mystery and jinu.
“why is jinu have a normal name while all the other guys hav freak names?”
“because he’s boring. his only personality is bein a bottom and not wanting to admit it. also my name isn’t freak???”
“uh abby ur name literally is abdomen be so for real”
“it isn’t abdomen!! abby is short for absinthe”
“oh i guess that makes more sense.”
one of the guys started laughing at me. it was jinu. what a douche.
romance came and took my by the face and was like
“oh my gosh we must give her makeover her natural beauty needs to shine with ebtter clothes!” and then the little one barked.
“woah woah baby” abby said, grabbing a leach from his pants and putting it on baby. “i know it’s a stranger but there no need to bark” he petted baby on the head.
romance then said “i take her to her quarters and show her the closet and help her pick a slay the house boots down totally cunty puss outfit!!” and the other guys were like sure so me and romance walked off to another corner of the place into a room.