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misty got out everything she needed to do before her mom came home. she had 15 minutes to do this. the other five can be spent by actually packing.

she grabbed vodka, a small, sharp knife, and a book. she chugged a little of the vodka before wincing and starting to cut a rectangle into the book. every few pages she cut out, she took a swig. the vodka started to burn less and less as it went roughly down her throat.

once she thought she cut the hole deep enough, she placed her phone inside of the hole and closed the book. she placed it on her bookself.

once she was gone she knew her mom would look through everything. but not the books and not that thorough.

she took the last drink of the vodka and put it in her closet. drunks aren't the best when it comes to hiding shit. except when they know beforehand.

just as she closed to closet door, the front door opened.

"misty!" her mom yelled, "did you pack?!"

misty came stumbling out of the room, "no."

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"the fucks wrong with you?" misty chuckled at her amazing come-back.

her mother smacked her across the face, making the bruise on her cheekbone throb.

her mom looked down at her hand, it had powder and smears on it. "were you wearing make-up, slut?"

"no"

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