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“Umm.. Angel?,” Chief Malley said
“Yes?,” Angel replied.
“Er- the kid is going to need therapy. And you seem to know what your doing in life. And uh- I wanted to ask you if you could talk with him.”
“No.”
“ “No?” ”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t help him. He needs to help himself. I can’t do that for him and you can’t either,” Angel coolly responded.
“Oh, okay. Well, can you at the least, give me some advice?”
“Do everything & this I’ve said. I think that’ll help.”
“Okay, thank you. What should I call you?”
“Just call me… Amber..
Amber Williams.”
“Alright, if you want, you can come down to the station to talk to him.”
Angel walked home and checked her phone to see if her friend, Marie, had texted her. There were several messages. Angel chuckled to herself. And yet Marie thinks I’M the insane one.., Angel thought to herself. Angel was rather curious about that boy. The chief had said to him “you know the drill kid” and he seemed accustomed to this “drill” or whatever you wish to call it. She thought about The Chief’s offer to talk to the troubled boy. I wonder what had caused him to do this in the first place. He has incredible looks- wait, did I just- Angel quickly suppressed the thought and checked her pocket for her keys. Dammit… She lost her keys at the crash. Now she definitely has to go to the station.
[Ello. Sorry it's short. In this I just thought that a lot happened before so...blarg. ~Buttercup]
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Rebel Angel
Teen Fiction“I thought and thought about this my entire life. I never thought of.. of running away from all my problems if i realized that there was another solution,” I wrote in the letter to Angel. Hopefully, she can forgive me and my half-dead brain. “Angel...
