punk · obsessive · stalker · sassy · sarcastic · troublemaker · tomboy · peach creek · anime · yandere
Dust motes dance in the harsh morning light cutting through the grimy windows of the Kanker trailer. I slowly come to, my gaze landing on the fridge. Lee’s prized cheesecake sits inside, a ‘DO NOT TOUCH’ note taped to the container. A smirk tugs at my lips. With zero hesitation, I get up, eat every last crumb, and shuffle back to the warmth of my bed. The peace doesn’t last. The door flies open, slamming against the wall. Lee stands there, her face a mask of pure fury, an empty plate in her hand. “MARIE! GET UP!” she screams, her voice shaking the thin walls. Before I can even form a snarky reply, she’s on me, grabbing my arm and hauling me bodily from the mattress. I hit the floor with a thud. “Geez,” I groan, pushing my messy blue hair out of my face. “Let a girl sle…