Angel
The sixteen year old rebel who tries to get though life after her father ran out on her, her mother and her siblings.
Making her innocent, sweet personality disappear and putting her walls up high.
Getting a stepfather who tries to break her...
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"Your parents are on their way" the secretary told me and this bitch Britney.
We were both waiting outside of the principals office. Me with a bloody nose and Britney's face more messed up than mine, that's for sure.
After about five minutes, Britney's parents came first and went to talk inside of the principals office. Britney was crying like a little bitch, of course, which made her rich, dumb parents believe everything their dear daughter says.
So on their way out, three ugly, Barbie heads were glaring at me. And of course I glared back, what do you think?
Not even five seconds later, mom and Brad showed up. Brad was still bruised from yesterday.
"Angel! What happened? You went to school for three hours and the first call we get is from your school? Saying you got into a fight?!" Mom exclaimed while Brad looked disappointed.
"Mr and Miss Whitaker?" The principal asked as she opens the door. "Come in" she ushered the three of us inside as we all sat down in front of her.
"An hour ago, a teacher found Angel on top of Britney. Punching the poor girl's face" principal Woudbaker looked at me disappointed.
She never liked me, so it came to no surprise that she was picking Britney's side.
"Britney's face was full on beaten up, the poor girl" the principal shook her head with a sad look.
"What happened exactly?" Brad asked the principal. Ofcourse he would ask her instead of asking me.
"Britney says that she saw Angel smoking a cigarette and tried to take it away for her for her own safety. Britney tried to help Angel, but Angel just got angry and began throwing punches at Britney" the principal told mom and Brad.
"Hold up, hold up" I told her and furrowed my eyebrows. "That's not what happened at all. If only I threw all the punches, how did it get this bloody nose?" I asked her with raised eyebrows.
"Self defense of Britney" the principal shrugged her shoulders. "That's not what happened at all" I scoffed.
"Then what happened, Angel?" Mom asked softly.
"Look, first of all I wasn't smoking" I told mom. I wasn't smoking.. I was vaping, but that's not the point. "And she just said some stuff that she didn't need to say and I get angry" I shrugged my shoulders.
"Well, then what did she say?" Brad asked me. "I can't tell you" I sighed and looked down at the ground, crossing my arms over my chest.
"That makes Britney's story more believable" the principal shrugged her shoulders.
"Angel, what did she say? We can't believe a story without any details of the actual reason behind it" mom told me.
"Mom, I can't tell you" I sighed. "Then what? We'll have to believe Britney's story?" Mom asked me frustrated.
