I sat on my room listening to low rock music. I was humming 'In The End' by Linkin Park. Then there was a knock on my door.
"wha'?" I asked my accent fucking things up. A head popped up and I saw it was Angel.
"Hey, uh, Rosabelle?" He said, questioning my name.
"uh, dinner's ready. " He continued.
"Ya, no.. Please do tell, Evelyn, tha' I don't wanna eat dinnah. thanks." He closed my door and I continued to hum to different songs. About 2 songs later, Evelyn came in.
"Sweetie, why don't you want to go downstairs and eat?" She asked sitting on my bed.
"I'm, uh, not hungry. " Which was a lie. I was starving. But I didn't want to face the 4 bastards downstairs.
"Please, come down and try to eat." I sighed but agreed.
