0007. THE SORREL WEED HOME
trigger warnings for the following subject matters-
Mentions of past racism, slavery, abuse, implications of rape & suicide (THIS ISN'T ABOUT THE OC, IT'S THEM SPEAKING ABOUT THE HISTORY OF A PLACE THAT'S MENTIONED WITHIN THIS CHAPTER!!!)"WE'RE FINALLY HERE!" Taylor squealed as she jumped off of the bus with the others following after her.
Kaia sighed as she stretched her arms out above her head. "Jeez, my back feels like hell..." She had spent nearly the entirety of the eight hour trip competing against Aiden in a multitude of different things he had brought with him from racing to complete the rubix cube, to four in a row, to Uno, they had done and played just about everything there was the entire trip there and surprisingly, she didn't hate it.
It was a surprisingly pleasant experience despite the fact she was withholding the urge to strangle him every time he made up some new dumb rule in Uno that made absolutely no sense to her. Not to mention her having to hold back multiple screams of frustration when he would somehow manage to beat her right as she almost won against him. He was hands down one of the worst people to play against because he had the worst and best poker face. By that she meant he was always smiling and laughing so she could never tell when he was doing it because he got a good card or if he was giggling because he just seen a cow pass by behind her out the window.
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