•Nine•

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A while had passed and I composed myself, remembering I had work in about one hour and I may as well get the thoughts of Simon off of my mind.

I pulled my helpless slump off of the couch and into my bedroom just to flop onto my bed and glare at the ceiling.

"Why me?" I asked myself.

"What did I do to anyone to deserve this?..." I asked again, sitting upright and brushing away my tears that sat comfortably on my pale skin.

My hands opened my wardrobe as I grabbed out my work clothes, that being a button up white shirt, a brown and white skirt, a matching apron and a bow to go into my hair.

I work at a cafe and I hate it, but as long as there's money in the bank and food on mine and Sophia's plates I couldn't care less.

In no time I was dressed and ready, heading out of my home and walking towards work rather then taking the bus or a taxi like I usually do.

Now. Let's just get through these next six hours and try not to think about the infamous Simon Minter..
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A/n

Sorry this chapter was so short!

I just have really bad writers block and I'm not sure what to do in this chapter.

The next few chapters are gonna be a lot so get prepared!

I hope you like it and thank you so much for reading!

mistake~ s.m✔️Donde viven las historias. Descúbrelo ahora