Angel Academy

Chapter Two

Corbin's POV

Mom was right. It really did take her two hours to get ready. When she finally walked out of the bathroom, she hadn't really changed. All she did was put her hair in a teacher bun and put on mascara and eye-liner. She was still in the same blue jeans and red t-shirt she had been wearing before. She changed out of her slippers into a pair of brown military boots. I glared at her and she raised an eyebrow at me.

"You did that on purpose." 

"Did what?" Mom asked innocently.

"Mom, you didn't even change your fucking clothes."

Mom pursed her lips. "You know, you're right. Maybe I should go-" 

I grabbed her arm. "Please no mom. Can we just go?" Mom laughed at me and patted my cheek.

"Sure Dearie." Mom smirked at me and I sighed, annoyed. My mother had the maturity of a five-year old. 

I got in the front seat of my Buick. "Mom," I shouted. She was taking her time walking out of the house. "Hurry up!" Mom walked down the walk.

"Shut up, I have cancer. I can't move very fast." She climbed in and I glared at her. "What?"

"That's not funny mom." She shrugged and I glared out the front of the car. 

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Because of my mother, I was already angry when we walked into Millie's Diner. Millie sat at the counter beside a small boy about four months old. He was probably one of her brood of children. A girl was bent behind the counter, one of the new recuits I guess. The girl stood up straight and looked at Millie, not realizing I was there. Her white hair was cut short and choppy and she had gained a few pounds since I had last seen her, but I recognized her instantly. It was hard to forget someone who used to mean so much to you.

"Niamh, is that really you?" Niamh looked up at me with a frightened look.

"Corbin," she murmured.

"Well shit," my mom said, looking between the two of us. We stood there awkwardly, not saying anything. She looked between us again and sighed, shaking her head. "Look kis," she said in the direction of Niamh, "since you're back there, why don't you get me some coffee?" When Niamh didn't move, Millie got up from the counter.

"I'd be glad to help you Chelsea," she said sweetly. When they had moved down the counter, probably to gossip, I broke out of my trance.

"Wow, you look...different." Niamh looked away from me and didn't say anything. "How have you been?" I walked up to the counter and set my hands near hers. Niamh moved away from me like I had tried to hit her. "You cut your hair," I murmured and reached up. She backed up as far as she could get and I dropped my hand, suddenly feeling awkward. Glancing at the baby sitting to my left, I sat down in front of Niamh. "Can I get a pepsi?"

"I don't work here," is all she said and stepped out from behind the counter. She picked up the baby and the bag that sat beside the highchair and started walking towards the door.

"Wait, where are you going," I asked, following her. "Don't you want to catch up?" She scoffed and I frowned. "Where have you been? I haven't seen you since..." I stopped talking. Niamh continued to ignore me and buckled the child into a car seat in the back seat of the same Chevy truck she had had a year ago. "Niamh wait!" I grabbed her arm and she whirled around to face me, her eyes blazing with anger.

"What," she snapped.

I let go and took a step back. "What's your problem?" I asked angrily, frowning down at her.