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Brunette has a minion!

Minion the Mobo

Brunette
Legacy Name: Brunette

The

Chibi Legeica
Owner:

nervous

Age: 5 years, 7 months, 2 weeks

Born: September 5th, 2018

Adopted: 4 years, 3 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: January 8th, 2020

Statistics

Level: 10
Strength: 25
Defense: 24
Speed: 20
Health: 20
HP: 20/20
Intelligence: 101
Books Read: 101
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Boys are dumb.

i like to take my time in the morning getting ready.
i do my hair, my makeup, my outfit, my accessories, and my shoes all in a religious ritual order. to do my best, i have to look my best. ive always said that.
lately though, it didnt seem worth the energy.
dont get me wrong, i love being the prettiest girl in our senior class. i get candygrams from strangers and people hold open doors for me even though i never say thank you. i dont need to say thank you. they get the point. but it seemed like my beauty wasn't enough anymore. not enough for him, and so it wasn't enough for me.
i was looking at myself lovingly in the mirror, brushing my hair piece by piece. and the girl in the mirror's eyebrows furrowed. my vision blurred, and the girl in the mirror became a mess of pink and tears. she was wondering why everyone liked her but the one person who was supposed to like her and didnt.
i let myself fall onto my vanity into a heap in my arms.
thank god it's friday, right?

brawley is such an asshole. i had to 'sit him friday night. the second he saw me walk through the door, he said, "damn brunette. you dont look so good."
"don't say damn," i snapped.
"im almost 13. i'm not 8," he rolled his eyes.
"and don't say i dont look so good." i pointed my finger at him accusingly as i sat down on the sofa. "count your blessings, little guy. not everyone has a babysitter this pretty."
"i didn't say youre not pretty, i said you dont look so good," he shifted uncomfortable where he was standing. every now and then, brawley showed that he had a heart.
"i just meant that youre a little pale, your hair's kinda messy. you got a bit of mascara," he pointed to his lower lashline. i wiped my eyes hurriedly. "shut up."
"were you crying?"
"shut up, brawley."
he sat down next to me and kicked his foot at the ground. he wouldn't look me in the eye.
"you shouldnt cry over boys. they're not worth it."
"how do you know i was crying over a boy?"
"you just seem the type."
"shut up, brawley."
"ok. shutting up."
he was quiet for about two seconds.
"just sayin', youre too pretty to be sad like that."
i chewed on my lower lip. "go get your homework, we'll do it together."
"i dont have homework."
"youre a liar. go get your homework."
brawley hoisted himself to his feet with a groan. "sad or not, youre still kind of lame."
not gonna lie, that made me smile a bit.

CREDITS
profile template (c) helix (get it) bg chibi by charat
edits and story by

nervous

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