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Savannah Leslie POV

In my anger I started messing up all the clothes, I had spread out on the floor and when no response came from anyone, I suddenly got up, the glass of 'Coke' I had last night but did not bother keeping it back, went in front of the dressing and shot the glass high at the mirror.

It broke into small bits and some of them hit me as well.

Mom heard the sound and ran upstairs. Her hands were white with flour as she was baking my favourite cake for me. Her hair was all tied up and her apron was at the right place. After looking at my room's condition, she bursted out,"What's your problem,Savannah?" I did not say a single word and  turned around. She got angrier at my misbehaviour and shouted, "I am talking to you, Savannah .

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