Summer Exile

[Important: First-person POV, bad ending. Written as a writing exercise to clear my head. The premise is cheesy, melodramatic, clichéd, and ends badly. Bad ending, bad ending, bad ending. Read carefully before you jump in.]

Blurb:

When I was six, Si Yao draped a curtain he'd pulled down haphazardly over my head and insisted it was a bride's veil.

And then, for fifteen years, he never got around to doing a damn thing about it.

Today I drank red wine, baijiu, and whiskey, and I feel absolutely amazing.

So I decided to do something big.

Drunk as a skunk, I grabbed a broom, got a can of pepper spray from a friend, and cursing under my breath, knocked on Si Yao's door.

I'd thought it all through. As soon as he opened the door, I'd catch him off guard and attack, then prop the broom against his forehead and threaten him with it, making him do whatever I wanted. I'd force him to get down on his knees and beg me, clinging to my leg and weeping with remorse, telling me he'd been wrong and asking me, in my magnanimity, to give him another chance.

Ah, just thinking about it makes my blood boil.

So I took another swig.

Everything is ready. There is no way I can fail today.

*Not exactly a warning, but here's one anyway: The first line already tells you what you need to know. This is a freewheeling work, and the style may change a little.

*It won't be paywalled while it's updating. I'll write wherever the story takes me.

*If you don't like it, run. I'm writing this to relieve stress, so I won't entertain pointless arguments. Any insults will bounce right back at you, and you'll lose your hair.

*I'll do my best to write well.

*Weibo: @Zuo Runrun

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