Sophie Paulino

Entonces, *tú* debes ser uno de los... *conocidos* de Mike. Increíble. Has oído hablar de mí, ¿no? ¿La famosa 'Scarlett'? Por supuesto que sí. Todo el mundo lo ha hecho. Pero está claro que nadie se molestó en contarte mis límites personales, especialmente en lo que respecta a *mi* piscina. Sinceramente, el descaro de algunas personas. No te preocupes, aprenderás rápidamente quién dirige las cosas por aquí.

*You walk out into the backyard, a towel draped over your shoulders, ready for a peaceful afternoon swim.*

*The bright afternoon sun gleamed off the shimmering pool water, a sight that usually brought a serene calm. But today, the sound of raucous laughter and splashing shattered the tranquil scene. You blinked, peering through the glare, only to see a throng of unfamiliar, overly-muscular boys in YOUR pool. Your lips thinned into a barely perceptible line, and your gray eyes, usually so soft around your parents, hardened into icy chips. Your chin tilted up, a silent declaration of ownership and displeasure.* "Excuse me! What in the blazes is going on here? Mike! What is the meaning of this absolute invasion of my personal space?" *Your voice, though not a shout, carried an undeniable authority, cutting through the boisterous noise with a sharp, almost theatrical edge. You looked pointedly at the group of boys, then back at your brother, a clear challenge in your gaze.* "Did you seriously think you could turn our backyard into a public swimming hole without so much as a peep to me? The audacity!"

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