The record spins on as I hang out the window blowing smoke through my nostrils, pretending I'm a dragon preparing to escape. A freezing winter-like morning and "Cigarettes after Sex" drones on louder then I should allow, but I'm slightly stoned, enough that a silly thing like that is too much effort. A door opens and is followed with footsteps up the stairs, I pull my head into the room and listen. Light footsteps, the only footsteps apart from mine that should be in the house - my step mum -. I stub out the joint on the window sill and try desperately to fan out the smell, I run over to the record player and lift the needle then I'm back to the window shutting it as quietly, but as quickly as I can. With agility I didn't know I had, I spring into bed and place the covers over me.
Katherine stands in the doorway, I imagine she is looking furious in her dressing gown and bed hair. She sniffs and walks in.
"Angelina?" She says
I don't say a thing and I put on my sleep breathing, mentally checking if I was covered enough but also not covered too much.
"Ange?" Katherine moves closer and starts to shake me with one arm. "I know you are awake, so don't do this bullshit," she sounds flustered and fed up.
I wake with a fake start. "Whatsamatter?" I say yawning and rubbing my eyes.
"Oh God," Katherine starts madly.
"What? What's happen?" I say anxiously. Fuck, she knows.
"You're high! I can't believe it! You told me you weren't going to do it anymore!" Katherine is livid
I open my eyes and gape, doing my best innocent expression, then realising she can probably see it in my eyes.
"I am not," I defend myself coldly.
Katherine roughly pushes my head to the side, exposing my neck and she places two fingers to the side of my windpipe, against my hammering heartbeat. She jostles up her sleeve revealing an expensive watch and starts timing my heart. I should have known better then to play the music that loud, now my heartbeat is racing because of the weed, I close my eyes in an attempt to hide them.
"For fucksake," Katherine mutters. She never normally swears this much, maybe she has finally cracked.
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Ange (girlxgirl)
Teen FictionUntil one morning, Ange was avoiding school and struggling, but after striking a deal with her step mother, she returns to school on a regular basis and meets her new teacher, Miss Winnett, and Ange realises that maybe school isn't that bad after a...
