Chapter One
"GET OUT!" screamed a red-haired woman with wild green eyes and a model-thin body. She pointed at the thick oak door in fury, eyes brimming with fake tears.
I rolled my eyes and starting walking, bag slung over my shoulder. "Enough with the dramatics. You knew I was leaving. At least I had the decency to tell you. Unlike yourself." I sneered the last part and strode out, out of the only home I'd ever known, and threw back, "By the way, the boob job was a bit much, don'tcha think?"
The bag I carried plus the clothes I wore were to become my only belongings in the world. And I was finally happy.
The icing on the cake was the echoing screech behind me. I smirked.
Life was good.
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Alex M.
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