𝐴 𝑁𝑒𝑤 𝐴𝑔𝑒 𝑌𝐴 𝑁𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙
𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬
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Having been uprooted from the only country she'd ever known and moved to the other side of the Atlantic, Angie couldn't be more disgruntled with her life at the moment.
And of course, there's n...
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ANGIE
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A bloody nightmare.
It was the only word I could've used to describe my current situation.
Of course, anyone not in my shoes would tell me smile. They'd tell me that through it all, if I simply stayed positive, things would get better. They'd say that I needed to hope for the best.
Anyone who'd say such atrocities clearly needed a history lesson on the train wreck that was my life and most importantly, needed to shut up.
Any inkling of joy I had left in my life has been sucked out of me.
So like any other teenager on the planet, I was making sure everyone around me had their hope and their joy sucked out of them too.
I wasn't about to suffer alone.
Taking slow, calculated steps down the staircase, I stopped at the entrance to our new kitchen in this stupid house.
If I was being impartial and honest, our new house was not stupid. Physically, it was leaps and bounds better than my old house. I should consider myself lucky to live in such a modern, architectural masterpiece.
Sadly, I hated it.
My parents were all cuddled up in the kitchen, my mum trying to distract my dad whilst he made breakfast. After almost twenty years of marriage, they still loved each other dearly and that says a lot because my mum is a really difficult person to love. I gave my father kudos for that.
Too bad they didn't love me anywhere near as much.
I strolled into the kitchen and if sensing the approaching gloom, my parents looked up at me.
