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What Victory taste like

Ava's Point Of View

"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!" I hear Krys voice sing me awake. My eyes spark open to find her face just inches away from mine. Panic hits me as I jump, causing her to move away laughing.

"What the fuck, Krys?!" I scream, catching my breath. Shit! I could feel my blood pressure shoot up from the scare Krys just gave me. I watch as she just laughs with no remorse whatsoever. Her black hair was neatly plaited together. She was wearing a black Nike sportswear, reflecting her perfect curves.

"You know what Ava? You're just too adorable. I swear my brother doesn't deserve you at all." She continues laughing her tails off. I give her my most gruesome glare. "You remind me of a little butterfly i had growing up, both of you are so jumpy." Krys adds.

"Are you done?" I ask, clearly too tired and sleepy and not in the mood to deal with spicy Krys this morning. "I'll like to get back to sleeping."

"Nah-ah." Krys replies by drawing off the blanket from the bed. "It's eight.
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