Chapter 29

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The next morning*

Angelinas pov

It was around six thirty and I needed to get up for high school I wasn't exited since I was always bothered at school and my nickname was squirmy because I was thin and short.

I dragged myself out of my bed and went to my closet and went to get dressed and then I washed my face and brushed my teeth and fixed my hair and then got my school bag packed and put my book " good girls guide to murder" and then my laptop and got my water bottle and went downstairs I find my mom and Wanda and Peter eating breakfast so I smiled at all of them and walked over to the sink and filled up my water and then put it in my bag and said " I'm heading out now cause I need to get to the ice rink before class" my
Mom smiled at me and kissed my forehead and said " have a good day my love" I than said " I love you too mama"

After school*

School was brutal I was slammed into a locker by the older kids so my ribs were purple and like blue and they hurt like a bitch but I was determined not to let my mom know so I snuck into the house without her noticing and went up to my room and changed clothes and ordered a coffee for deliver to home so I heard the door bell ring so I ran downstairs and opened the door and got out a different glass cup and poured it into it and then walked up the stairs and ran into my mom and she slightly hit my ribs so I winced and then she said " you ok my love?" I faked a smile and nodded even though my ribs were killing me I than took off my jeans and put an oversized tee on top of them and took a picture for my Instagram and captioned it " Friday vibesss" I than tipster it and just read a book for most of the afternoon

School was brutal I was slammed into a locker by the older kids so my ribs were purple and like blue and they hurt like a bitch but I was determined not to let my mom know so I snuck into the house without her noticing and went up to my room and c...

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