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"You deranged piece of shit. You ruined my day. Look what have you done to my gown?" Angela, a stepsister of Rebecca cried and accused her of pushing her into the mud.
"You aren't brightest out of the pod are you?" Rebecca rolled her eyes.
"You did this to me." Angela cried, trying to hit Rebecca with her muddy hand, Rebecca easily backed away.
"Who told you to wear a heavy gown and waltz around like a nymph high on marijuana in the fair street full of vendors, horse carts, and messy children running around like little maniacs? It's not my fault you are an airhead."
"You... You... You little bitch, you wait and watch what I would do to you when we go back home and tell momma about the vicious move you pulled on me." Angela screeched at Rebecca
"Oh, can't wait about that," Rebecca replied.
Rebecca smirked, and then turn around, leaving Angela behind who was covered in mud and filth while wailing like a five-year-old.
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YOU ARE READING
Lady Rebecca
Short StoryIf you think you have won the war then think again, and again, again until you realize who has won the battle. With Love, Lady Rebecca
