Thursday.
Closed eyes, hoping for a better life. Imagining blowing on thirteen candles. She want to get up but she knows her legs will ache if she tries, so she drag herself to the mirror. Angel's jaw is awfully damaged, she cries. She can't hide that with makeup...
"Forget the visit to the clinic you were booked in for" she tells herself, knowing that she'll have to go through something to get to Whittington, where they'll look at her jaw. They'll know she's lying if she tells them she got hit by her door. Her uncle is downstairs, watching TV and drinking a whole pack of beers. As always. She quietly goes to her room, to gently open the window. She jumps out, yes because they're in a house, not an apartment.
It's 30 degrees outside.
She's there.
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Little Lady
ActionLittle Lady left Earth just because she got a card on her 13th Birthday. ~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<>~<> This story is the song Little Lady / The A Team from Ed Sheeran (as you can see on the cover) +Mikill Pane. It's a short story from 4 Chap...
