Arabella Anastasi is just a girl, with a dark past. She wore a mask and hood at school (although, she hardly showed up) to avoid people and questions, she went by a fake name too. Her mafia involvement wasn't a big help either, her secret could be a...
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"Guess who got their acceptance letter, hoe!", I said to Dad.
He was asleep with Nala beside him, and Marco was behind me.
"Dad! Wake up!", I tried to poke him so he'd wake up. He told me to wake him up in two hours, but its ten minutes early because I got the fucking letter!
"What?", He slightly groaned, and then turned over in his side.
"Dad, I got my acceptance letter for university!", I shook him.
"Congrats, Kid.",He said, tiredly.
"Thank you.", that's literally all I wanted to hear, "Also you told me to wake you up so Wake Up!", I said yelling the last part.
"Fuck it, I'm awake.", He said, slightly opening his eyes
"Nice.", I said.
I kept rereading the letter, it was too fucking good to be true.
I should tell Arabella.
I went upstairs, and then called her, she picked up on the third ring.
"The phone was invented in the 1900s or the 1800s, I don't fucking know, but this is Arabella.", she said. She was trying different greetings when she answered.
"The phone was invented in 1876, smartass.", I said, sarcastically.
"Close enough.",she hummed, "Anyways, what's up?"
"I got my fucking acceptance letter!", I cheered.
"Wait really?", she said with excitement in her voice, but I think she was eating something so it came out like 'waif weally?'
"Yes!"
"Fuck yeah, you'll finally be outta my hair.", I could imagine her doing an air punch.
"You're so rude.", I said, shaking my head.
"No I'm not, you're just sensitive."
"No."
"Are you taking Marco with you?", She asks.
"I'm not about to torture him with a small ass apartment.", I said. I already decided that I'd get an apartment near the school because I certainly did not want to live there.
"Apartment?", she said, taking another bite of whatever she was eating.
"I'm going to live close to the school, not in it.",I explained.
"Don't you have seperation anxiety from your special spot thing?", she asked.
I most probably did.
"Hey, I'll come back every weekend to check on it.", I said adding a small laugh at the end.
