I stayed fixated on the bags of sweets, beautifully organized and an addicting aroma kept flying out of them. Iris sighed, "if you don't want to eat this damned food then you really don't have to." She now smiled, but in a weak manner clearly showing her disappointment. "I think I'm just going to donate most of it to homeless people," she made a slight movement towards the table. "Rest for us though," she grinned, but I was still remembering the fact that she shattered our deal. And for a moment, just a moment though I couldn't help but curse her out.
'Wow what a b*tch why does she think she has the right to do this to a damn kid!' I mused. She had promised me such a big deal, and I only agreed because of that damned deal! Iris can't just back down on me now like it's some kind of game. 'WHAT A B*TCH!' I mused once more, although I was much more irritated at this point. Iris opened up one bag, and the sweet, delicious aroma of cookies came flying into my nose. For a second I thought that I could see the smell of the cookies.
"Iris, can we go shopping today," she tried to hold in her giggle as she pulled a box of chocolate chip chunk cookies out. "B*tch," she giggled picking up a cookie to eat. "I was literally waiting for you to say that I was scared being on the streets made you forget your true nature. "She smiled grabbing hold of her bag, still strapped tight into my arms. Iris pulls out here credit card and starts waving it all around, "this is going to be the shopping spree of your life!" she giggled. 'F*CK NO!' I mused, was she really going to refuse to get me the job but give me a spree.
A whole damn spree, when she could use that money to support whatever the heck is going on. So that I could get my job, really make that deal she promised me a reality. "No," I calmy uttered keeping my face unreadable, "what the heck to you mean no you just said you wanted to go. "Iris gave me a little side eye, "girl you better be kidding cause I'm already mentally prepared now." I sighed, acting like this was a serious matter as if I was in court or accused of being guilty.
But no, this is my life and my decisions, and also my damn future. "Forget about it Iris please, can't you use that money to fix your problem," I gave her a little nudge on her shoulder while she ate her cookie. "Get myself a job eh, then get some well-deserved revenge," Iris almost choked on her cookie listening to me. "Nina, Nina I need to tell you something," she sighed, "right f*cking now."
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It had been an hour since Fagget went in to rest in her tipi. She quietly got out of her tipi on to find that it was still bright and sunny outside. The light hit her like a shock to the heart, 'Geez, why the heck is the sun so damn bright today!' she mused. Still though she kept walking across the dirt ground, her beat up shoes were now suffering with more torture. She didn't caret though, she even slid her feet through the dirt like she was in the shower and was dipping her foot in. Except Fagget wasn't exactly dipping, it was far worse to slide your shoes across this area then to dip it in.
She looked around trying to see where her dad is, she then caught a sight of a man shouting with a guy. He looked like he was around his early twenties, Fagget walked in closer to hear what the heck they were even saying. As she got closer and closer, she started hearing more noise which almost busted her eardrums. "F*cking get out of her lutheous" the guy spit in his direction. "Your parents hated you so much they gave you a name resembling the devil himself!" Fagget gasped and her jaw dropped, the devil was considered a bad omen in her place. Calling someone the devil or referencing them to the devil was like telling them to commit suicide. You can never tell them that, even if you are of higher status than them.
Now she really wanted to get a good look at who this b*tch was, so she snuck up to them even closer. At this moment her jaw dropped once more, her dad was the one being screamed at. 'It must be his boss,' she thought, the same boss that he cried about for overworking him every night he came home. "Danty boss," Fagget's dad now had his eyes locked on his boss. "Listen boss I wouldn't be talking given your parents gave you the cursed name of Danty." At this point Fagget realized this wasn't even a fight anymore and it was more like a roast battle. Expect for the fact that roasting his boss might spark some tension between the two.
The boss screams, "damn it lutheous you're never going to learn are you." Danty started smirking and pulled out about ten stacks of thickly wrapped hundred-dollar bills. He held them high in the air, as if to show his pride for his wealth, "did you really forget who's in charge." Lutheous now slightly gulped, "I make one million dollars every month, and that's my lowest." The boss grinned once more again, "my highest check every month was ten million."
He chuckled, letting arrogance consume his soul, but Fagget's father stood in front of the rude guy unfazed. At least that's how he appeared to be, "Lutheous I really never liked you, and my workers don't either." He then had the audacity to smirk like this was fun for him. Which it probably was though, "your f*cking fired man there's no going back, and there's no raise!" Danty then started laughing, "good luck." Thats all he said before he flipped Faggets father out, 'so now I have to do something else for my dad as well as the festival too,' Fagget mused.