Chapter 3

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Sister Margaret stood with her arms crossed and spoke with the tone of a scolding mother, "Miss Teach, you are supposed to be in bed. Do not make me punish you twice in one day." She warned.

Angelica stood with her fake smile still present, "Oh yes, of course. I was... just doing that, what you just said." she answered gaining a confused glare from Sister Margaret.

"Go to bed, Angelica." She walked off down the hall checking the other girls rooms. Angelica closed the door and leaned her head against it breathing a stressed sigh.

"Angelica. I like that name." jack said as he waltzed out of the closet. Angelica just looked at him tiredly. He broke the silence once more, "What's wrong, love? You obviously don't belong here. Nuns don't cause trouble in their convents. Do you not want to be here?" He asked, playing with her trinkets on her nightstand.

Angelica sat down on the edge of her bed and closed her eyes. "I do not wish to be here, but I must. It was my grandmothers dieing wish that I spend my life here," she shivered at the thought of her whole life imprisoned, "she thought I was a hell spawn." Angelica finished.

Jack sat down next to her and whispered in a soft persuasive voice, "If yer grandmother thought you were a hell spawn then why do you care about her?"

"She was the closest thing I had to my mother." She answered touching her necklace. A cross.

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