Alurina_Azura

Kylin of the Neighbourhood had lived a simple, content life surrounded by family and friends until one fateful day when the Establishment came knocking on her door.

Despite her reluctance to associate with the Establishment, she found herself making a deal that would save her family but condemn herself in the process.

The only silver lining was the one-year time limit imposed on her, after which she would be released.

Until then, she remained a prisoner, unable to escape, forced to live her life miserably.


But that was for an ordinary person.


She may had live a simple life but what she considered simple was far different than everyone else. 


This was Kylin of the Neighbourhood we’re talking about, so of course, things won’t go as smoothly as expected. 


When the tough get going, Kylin start slaying.

In the ‘Extra’ Ordinary Mind of Kylin

The answer to my previous question would be a resounding yes.

If I had known I would end up in this problematic situation, I would never have volunteered to help out, even for desserts. Maybe I cursed myself by asking such a question. A jinx, definitely.

In my case, it came in the form of a person. A person I didn't want to see at all.

Standing at five feet three inches, with long, wavy strawberry blonde hair and greyish silver eyes, the youngest daughter of my arch-enemy stood a few meters away from me.

Although it was still a fair distance, I could see her surrounded by people as always, probably busy attending to last-minute changes for the tea party tomorrow.

"That's odd," Felix said, stopping beside me as he noticed her too. "I thought Lady Vivienne was supposed to be at school today."

That's what I thought too until I remembered that although her school was miles away from the main residence, she could simply hop onto the family helicopter and return home quickly. Plus, today was Friday, so I'm guessing she had special permission to finish school early.

The perks of the family. 🤷🏻‍♀️

"Can't we not go there?" I pulled Felix to the side.

"Why not? Don't you want to introduce yourself to Lady Vivienne?"

"I prefer not to mingle with the family."

This kid keeps asking me too many questions, especially those I didn't like to comment on. Sometimes I wish he'd take a hint. There were times when his words hit the mark and times when he misspoke. I didn't know if it was deliberate or purely coincidental on his part.

But hey, I'm a firm believer in innocent until proven guilty, so I shrugged it off.

"I thought we were here to help, not to socialize."

"True. Okay then, come on. Let's see if my dad has anything for us to do."

We headed towards the garden shed where Felix's dad usually worked. As we walked, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Seeing Lady Vivienne always brought back a flood of unwanted memories and emotions. She represented everything I loathed about the family.

Felix's dad, Mr. Garrison, was busy sorting through gardening tools when we arrived. He looked up and smiled warmly at Felix. "Ah, Felix! And you must be Kylin. Felix told me you'd be helping out today."

"Yeah, that's me," I replied, trying to muster a polite smile.

"Well, there's plenty to do. We're setting up tables and chairs, and there's some decorating that needs to be done. Think you can handle that?"

"Of course," Felix said enthusiastically. "We'll get right on it."

We spent the next couple of hours setting up the garden for the tea party. Despite my initial reluctance, I found myself getting into the spirit of things. Felix was surprisingly good company, and Mr. Garrison's easygoing nature made the work almost enjoyable.

As we were arranging the last of the decorations, I caught sight of Lady Vivienne again. She was directing a group of servants, her voice carrying across the garden. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but her commanding presence was unmistakable.

"Do you think she recognizes you?" Felix asked quietly, following my gaze.

"I doubt it," I replied. "I've made it a point to stay out of her way."

Felix nodded thoughtfully. "Well, let's hope it stays that way. For now, let's finish up here and get those desserts I promised you."

"Sounds like a plan," I said, feeling a bit more at ease.

As we wrapped up our work, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Maybe volunteering to help out wasn't such a bad idea after all. And who knows? Maybe tomorrow's tea party would offer a few more surprises.

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