𝐴 𝑁𝑒𝑤 𝐴𝑔𝑒 𝑌𝐴 𝑁𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙
𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬
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Having been uprooted from the only country she'd ever known and moved to the other side of the Atlantic, Angie couldn't be more disgruntled with her life at the moment.
And of course, there's n...
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ANGIE
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One can only imagine the sleep I'd gotten that night, or lack thereof. Every time I closed my eyes, I'd think of the look on my mother's face when I'd dropped my bomb. Then I'd think of the conversation I had with Oliver and the niggling I got in my chest.
All in all, it was a long, restless night.
So it came as no surprise that I woke up late the next morning. Any other day, I'd see no problem with waking up at 12:56 in the afternoon. However, on this particular day, I happened to have a scheduled meeting with none other than Oliver Harding.
For 1 pm.
I flew up, but I did it with such a start that I flew right off the bed, banging my knee on the hardwood floor. There was no time to stop and dwell on the pain since the fall had already taken a solid ten seconds away from my nonexistent time.
I grabbed my toothbrush and started brushing as aggressively as I could. While that happened, I scoured the mess that was my closet. Quickly I realized that I was only wasting time because my brain couldn't process any of my clothes.
A glance at my clock told me that I wasted two whole minutes in my closet and I immediately decided that I had no time to bathe.
I showered late last night, after that dreadful dinner, but that also posed a serious problem since my hair accidentally got wet. So, it was now a frizzy disaster and I had absolutely no time to straighten it.
Halfway through gargling water in my mouth to wash away the toothpaste, I remembered that I still hadn't packed my bag.
Having spit out the water into the sink, I ran back to my bedroom, picked up my bag and dumped all of my books on the floor.
