Transmigrated Into A Billionaire novel Chapter 27

　　There was an itchy and very uncomfortable feeling that was draped over Rachel, she couldn't help but hate it but she also didn't have a choice, Her head was like a little ball stucked in the middle of a very grand band parade, she didn't want to risk opening her eyes because she knew it was going to switch up and get way worse for her. She could easily tell she wasn't at her house, the discomfort wasn't even planning on being the slightest bit of subtle.

　　Now she hasn't killed anyone before, but right now, right now she was getting massive ideas for the person that was so insensitive enough to be clingy pans over her head like some fucking circus, but seemed like the washed up luka sabbat decided to speak up first before she could start dissecting someone's kid.

　　"Amyyyyyy," Ricky drawled out putting the blanket over his head.

　　"The sitter and the old hag blanket are already bad enough, creating a fucking circus at eight in the morning is totally unnecessary," Ricky said with his voice muffled by the blanket.

　　"Yeah Amy, my back and head hurt are more than enough shit for me to deal for one morning," Rachel said.

　　"First of all, Good afternoon to you all, Secondly, I hope you realize it's two noon, there are advill pills on the table, when you are done being lazy as hell hangovers, you will get you asses up and help yourself with it, but if you have gotten used to the pain then you can enjoy and keep lying in my old hag blanket," Amy said, but at the mention of pill, the two sprang up but in return, facing the consequences of light change, the bad headache and body pain they must have gotten from passing out on the couch.

　　"JESUS!!!!"

　　"FUCK!!!!" Ricky and Araceli said simultaneously making Amy burst into mad fits of laughter, they both were hold their heads for their dear life like if they let it go, it will roll off the ground.

　　"God!!...remind me never to drink again," Rachel said holding her head, she felt like the definition of shitty with stale mouth and a throat as dry as sand paper, she covered her ears because everything that made a single sound felt ten times louder than usual.

　　"You both could stay here and whine your ass all day about the pain and the suffering or you could reach for the fucking advil and save yourself the headache and complaining," Amy said putting her hand on a black formal knee length dress she was wearing.

　　Both Rachel and Rick decided to reach the advil same time and took out two pills and downed it with some water and asked for more, after taking approximately three glasses of water and ten minutes of fortunate silence, Rachel realized how hungry she was.

　　"I'm hungry," Rachel said.

　　"Me too," Ricky followed.

　　"Now you are hungry!!, but yesterday you decided to turn my hallway to a fucking fry battle instead of eating up, well there's the MacDonald from yesterday i warmed up and there are eggs and bacon and some waffles cover with milk in the fridge," Amy said walking back to her room.

　　"Wait a sec Amy...,"

　　"What?!" Amy said get impatient because of the dress she was wearing, she didn't want to sweat in it or over use it much, it was one of the only good ones she had on her.

　　"Why are you wearing a dress like that in the morning," Rachel asked looking confused, the question also brought Ricky to the same realization which he hadn't even noticed before.

　　"Yeah, that's true...who even wear that kinda dress on sunday mornings?," Ricky asked.

　　"Apparently, people who go to church in the morning and then go to the supermarket to buy some breakfast supplies for bunch of adults who can't hold their smoke or liquor or both," Amy said venting.

　　"Sorry, I didn't mean to raise my voice, just stressed," Amy apologized.

　　"Since when did you go to church Amy?!," Ricky asked completely ignoring her apologies shocked.

　　"Since forever, I don't know…" Amy said starting to feel uncomfortable, it was like conversing with anothee set of judgmental people again which filled up the church, she was tired of conversations like this like

　　"Are you really a Christian?"

　　"You really do go to church"

　　"Are you really coming to church for the right reasons?"