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Pt.2

Victoria's POV
The plane journey was exhausting and I had cramps all over my body. I jogged out the plane and grabbed my bags in the weird turning thing. Obviously my mom is a fucking bitch she didn't pick me up. She sent me a text which said;

Mom; doll I ovarrslept, I called a taxie and it'll pic u up. Soz hun

This illiterate bitch was probably injecting some more drugs in her system. Fucking tramp. I stomped my way to the duty free and went over to the shops. I went to mac and saw some lipsticks. I'm no rich bitch to be paying $10 for a lipstick so I grabbed some and put it in my pocket. I'm quite tanned so I was picky with the nude colours. I found a couple and stuck it in my hand bag. A little girl saw me and I said
"Get the fuck outta here you little piece of shit"
Yeh... she cried to her mom. There was a pretty red one which was the same colour of my top- I opened a new pack not caring if the workers saw me and put it on my lips. I looked in the mirror and gave myself a reassuring smile, I looked good. I stuck that in my pocket and left the shop. I left the airport completely and found my taxi. I was so scared to see that dead beat mom again.