Sofia had spent the better part of all her life fighting her own battles, putting up with the bullshit of everyone else and becoming the person that everyone dislikes.
Hard headed, strong willed and as stubborn as a door handle.
She didn't know the...
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𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠?
𖦹⍟𖦹𖣔𖦹⍟𖦹
Sofia
Stressed.
That's probably an understatement.
I have an essay due in for Monday and I haven't even started it yet, plus I need to babysit Juls when she get's back from her friends birthday party at four - which is in half an hour - so her mum and dad can have date night. She's three, and she has more friends than me.
Juls is my niece, Adam's daughter, and she's probably my favourite person ever. I had that feeling when she was born that we would have this special type of bond - no matter how cheesy that sounds, its true - and we have. She's like a mini me, and I love it.
"What's gotten you so worked up? You have that face on again." I look up from my computer screen, which has my empty word document pulled up, and to the face of my sister-in-law, Amaya. She converted about five years ago, two years before she met Adam, and since the day they met my life has been filled with too much cheesiness and romance. I honestly am excited for school everyday because I don't have to be around their cooing glances and touches. Kinda sweet though but it gets to my head too much and I honestly can't keep up.
"Just school shit." I sigh and run my hand through my hair, wincing when I pull on a knot. I have a really bad habit where I don't brush my hair for days because it's mostly tied at school all day, and then when I get back home I'm drop dead asleep for an hour so it get's even worse. After that I'm too lazy and just end up leaving it. It's terrible, I know, and if I don't want to be a balding old grandma when I'm older I really need to look after my hair.
"What about it, sweetie?" She puts the glass she was drying down on the rack and flips the towel over her shoulder before coming to walk around the small four seater table towards me.
Amaya still has traits that she's kept from when she used to live with her parents, like drying the dishes directly after they're washed. We never usually do that and just leave them to dry on the rack beside the sink. But it's always nice to have a change. Me and Adam like to give her shit about some stuff she does differently, but we really love it all deep down.
"I have an essay that I haven't even started and I'm so tired I can't think straight at the moment." I plop my head in my hands and rub my palms into my eyes, my vision turning black and spots dancing across my lids a I squeeze them closed.
A pair of hands come to rest on my shoulders and begin to massage, making me let out a pleased sigh of relied. Amaya's massages are Heaven on Earth and I would gladly melt into them if I could. "Don't worry, you'll manage. You always do. If you want I can call someone else to babysit Juls or we can stay home tonight instead?" I quickly shake my head at her, dropping my head further when she kneads a tight knot in my back. The last thing I want is for her and Adam to cancel their weekly plans because I'm too lazy.
