Maiden In Need

Honestly I was over reacting...Heh...they put the thing over my muzzle so I didn't bite anyone, but I freaked out and started attacking with my tail...heh...I feel so embarrassed...to the point I collected my money and ran off toward Winston's house.

When I arrived there I saw a note on the coffee table, it was placed under a succulent.

"Shun, as I hope your job hunting is going well, you still need to attempt school. Though I know you don't like it and feel as if you don't need to, school will help your future...Sincerely Winston Alazar..." I read aloud. One thought popping in my mind. Why school out of everything? School sucks butt, like literally. Every student In the school is either a player/pervert/just a horny Bitch, and it's gross. My school is full of those kind of people, like a you know who!

𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩...Winston-...𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩

But no matter what I'm not going back to that hell hole. I'd rather rot in an alley, then head to that prison.

Just before I entered Winston's room...

𝘎𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘎𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘦

I looked down at my aching stomach, my ribs showed clear as day light, the skin over my bones where as if a piece of thin paper. My stomach looked to me knawing at my organs. My collar bone poked right out, and my hip looked to be sticking out, the skin stretching out to reach the point.

"I definitely need to eat Less- I mean More." He'd say to himself as he poked his ribs.

He turned around and went behind the island to open the fridge. He grabbed the chilled handle and pulled it open, only to see a cabbage, moldy cheese, and cracked eggs.

"Ima starve because of Winston...;^;" He'd acknowledge the defeat between his stomach and the gods.

"The gods have forsaken the to be starved until death..." He'd said aloud, in his most Royal accent as he drooped to the floor with one hand over his head, his eyes closed, and his lips puckered. He looked to be a very ugly maiden in distress.

The door wiped open as we saw our knight in shining armor arrive, It was the pizza man. Thank the gods he arrived in time. First who knows what our ugly maiden would have done.

Probably burn the house down.

M A I D E N K I L L E D . . .

By trying to cook, with unedible ingredients, when she/he can't cook.

R.I.P