One Hundred Sixty - Seven: Language

One-Hundred Sixty-Seven: Language

Imyra

I swear these men here are just overgrown boys. I have no idea how some of them haven’t been killed by the girls yet. I am convinced that a few of them have a death wish. They continue to irritate the girls and not just Mykenzie and Kylani. No, they have also decided to start in on the other girls.

“I think they want to die,” I say.

“They might learn one day,” Dimitri tells me.

He is sitting at that counter on a stool. Araya and I are cooking as usual. I have seen very few of the others around today. Mitchell joined us about an hour later. About an hour later and I hear the front door open and close.

“You two are complete fucking idiots.” I hear Mykayla say.

I wonder what they did to cause her to swear. Mykayla usually tried not to swear with all the kids around here. Yesterday the trio of trouble came walking into the kitchen. They were sitting here eating, and I asked them if they wanted any more. Jordyn answered me wi