bila mpangilio author's note; starting to ship these two.
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Tegan’s POV
I arrive at Chloe’s place straight as I have a spare class. Something was wrong with her, I could just tell. She was hardly ever sick, and when she was she never refused a ride home.
I pound my fist on the door and it slowly opens. “Tegan...?” Chloe questions. Her eyes are red and watery, like she’s been crying.
“I knew there was something going on the moment wewe didn’t let me give wewe a ride home. Now sit down and tell me why your eyes are tear-stained.”
I was used to this kwa now, cleaning up whatever mess Chloe had. After all, her boyfriend was never around to do it, so someone had to.
“What are wewe talking about?” Chloe tries to act strong. “There’s nothing wrong with me...” She turns away from me to walk back into her house when I grasp her wrist, “Clo, don’t lie to me.”
Chloe nods, she invites me inside and into her living room. “Take a seat...”
I do as told and look at her as she paces before me.
“What’s going on Clo...?” I ask again.
“It’s not exactly easy to admit.”
“Try,”
She holds up a single finger and walks to her room, she emerges holding an object in her hands, and it’s oddly shaped, almost like a thermometer...
“What on earth is this?”
She hands it to me, biting her lip like she usually does when she’s about to start crying.
I take the object from her hands and realization hits me like a train. This isn’t a thermometer at all. No. This is a pregnancy test.
Chloe turns from me, most likely not wanting to onyesha her face while she cries. I don’t even need to look at the stick to know the result, but I do anyway and it’s exactly what I figured, positive.
“I’m pregnant...” Chloe says softly.
My eyes widen and I start shaking, almost paralyzed kwa fear and Chloe sobs louder, “I just don’t know what to do Tegan....!”
I manage to stand up and my arms wrap, upangaji pamoja around her tightly in a hug, my hand resting on her head and her head nuzzling into my shoulder. “It’s okay... it’s going to be okay.”
But at this point, I really don’t know what the outcome will be...
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Tegan’s POV
I arrive at Chloe’s place straight as I have a spare class. Something was wrong with her, I could just tell. She was hardly ever sick, and when she was she never refused a ride home.
I pound my fist on the door and it slowly opens. “Tegan...?” Chloe questions. Her eyes are red and watery, like she’s been crying.
“I knew there was something going on the moment wewe didn’t let me give wewe a ride home. Now sit down and tell me why your eyes are tear-stained.”
I was used to this kwa now, cleaning up whatever mess Chloe had. After all, her boyfriend was never around to do it, so someone had to.
“What are wewe talking about?” Chloe tries to act strong. “There’s nothing wrong with me...” She turns away from me to walk back into her house when I grasp her wrist, “Clo, don’t lie to me.”
Chloe nods, she invites me inside and into her living room. “Take a seat...”
I do as told and look at her as she paces before me.
“What’s going on Clo...?” I ask again.
“It’s not exactly easy to admit.”
“Try,”
She holds up a single finger and walks to her room, she emerges holding an object in her hands, and it’s oddly shaped, almost like a thermometer...
“What on earth is this?”
She hands it to me, biting her lip like she usually does when she’s about to start crying.
I take the object from her hands and realization hits me like a train. This isn’t a thermometer at all. No. This is a pregnancy test.
Chloe turns from me, most likely not wanting to onyesha her face while she cries. I don’t even need to look at the stick to know the result, but I do anyway and it’s exactly what I figured, positive.
“I’m pregnant...” Chloe says softly.
My eyes widen and I start shaking, almost paralyzed kwa fear and Chloe sobs louder, “I just don’t know what to do Tegan....!”
I manage to stand up and my arms wrap, upangaji pamoja around her tightly in a hug, my hand resting on her head and her head nuzzling into my shoulder. “It’s okay... it’s going to be okay.”
But at this point, I really don’t know what the outcome will be...
Vac: yo dudes *walks to Chris and Chef* come on a scary story
Chris and Chef:fine *sits down*
Vac: this is the legend of Demon Lizzy Alejandro they say this girl knew Range Scooby she was the girl who aliiba Halloween we call her the curse of the Halloween to this siku she come and haunts anyone that alisema her name
Lindsay: *holds on to Tyler*
Tyler: *smiles* Lindsay baby its not true
Lindsay: *calms down* thank god
Vac: *looks for Kush*w-wheres Kush
Chris: nice try
Vac: im serious
Heather: u telling me u dont know where he went
Vac: nope
Kush: *as Demon Lizzy Alejandro* i have return
all tdi cast: ah *screams and runs*
all my cast: hujambo dude that was a good one
Kush:why thank u
all my cast:should we go get them
Kush: nope *pets his cat*
all my cast and Kush: *walks off*
Kush cat: *laughs like Demon Lizzy Alejandro with green eyes*
Chris and Chef:fine *sits down*
Vac: this is the legend of Demon Lizzy Alejandro they say this girl knew Range Scooby she was the girl who aliiba Halloween we call her the curse of the Halloween to this siku she come and haunts anyone that alisema her name
Lindsay: *holds on to Tyler*
Tyler: *smiles* Lindsay baby its not true
Lindsay: *calms down* thank god
Vac: *looks for Kush*w-wheres Kush
Chris: nice try
Vac: im serious
Heather: u telling me u dont know where he went
Vac: nope
Kush: *as Demon Lizzy Alejandro* i have return
all tdi cast: ah *screams and runs*
all my cast: hujambo dude that was a good one
Kush:why thank u
all my cast:should we go get them
Kush: nope *pets his cat*
all my cast and Kush: *walks off*
Kush cat: *laughs like Demon Lizzy Alejandro with green eyes*
Lizzy as a bat
candy before medusa
candy after medusa
Kenya in paris sh
Bloody sister
noah baby sister
bones with his ears hiding not well
cebella sweet and sugar with candy with blonde hair
sugar before the attack
Luna
Age: 16
Personality: Nice, sweet, artistic, outgoing, musical, independent
Stereotype: The Artsy One
Bio: Luna's family is the richest family in Texas. But Luna doesn't like being rich all that much and prefers doing art projects to earn her own money instead of borrowing money from her parents. Luna loves being on stage and performing. She loves to sing, act, and dance.
Talents: Painting, drawing, singing, acting, dancing
Phobia: Being lost
Audition: Hi, I'm Luna. I really wanna be on Total Drama so I can make zaidi Marafiki and maybe make some of my own money instead of borrowing from my parents. I don't really have many Marafiki because I'm nyumbani schooled...okay I wasn't nyumbani schooled originally but all the kids at school were mean to me so I decided to get nyumbani schooled....
Breanna in her casual wear.
