Chapter 2

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Pov: Aurora


"Aurora and Amar please come to the front office" Amar and I look at eachother my expression is basically saying 'what the fuck did you do now'. 

Since I know nobody in this class knows sign language I sign "did you do something without me?" He signs back "no, I didn't did you do something?" I shake my head no. We stand up and get all of our stuff and leave the class.

 We walk to the principal's office When we get to the door I kick it down and Amar and I walk in like we own the place. When we walk in we see one of our favorite people. The principal Mrs. red. We love her because she knows Russian. So we can talk to her and because she is not a bitch. She's basically our friend for how much we are in her office and she loves us because she does not have to deal with bullies because Amar and I do.

 We also see two men standing in the corner of the office. No emotion on their faces. They scream I'm rich so don't fuck with me. They're wearing tailored Armani suits and Rolexes on their wrists. If anyone else saw them they would be scared shiftless.

 To me they just look like angry kittens. We walk in and sit in the chairs in front of Miss. Reds' desk. Amar asks her in Russia because there are other people here " Da hast uns angerufen" ( You called us). The two boys in the room look beyond confused and shocked I don't know why they are shocked or confused because quite frankly I don't know who they are.

 She looks at us with pity in her eyes which is somthing we have grown to hate because with pity always comes bad news. Amar says quite rudely "Hör auf uns so anzuschauen und erzähl uns was passiert ist" ( stop looking at us like that and tell us what happened ). 

She looks a little bit scared but still says " Ihr Stiefvater ist bei einem Autounfall ums Leben gekommen, er wurde von einem betrunkenen Fahrer angefahren und kam beim Aufprall ums Leben" ( your stepfather passed away in a car accident he was hit by a drunk driver and killed on impact.) Amar and I look at each other than look back at Miss. Red and respond with a nod. She looks confused as to why we aren't sad but does not say anything. We left the foster home after a week because he tried to hit me. i  were like fuck that shit so we left. We don't care for him so we aren't sad that he passed away. Just another death to add to the ever growing list of people.


( This is a short chapter sorry but I will make a longer one next time )

Olivia

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