As I reached my flat my mum was waiting for me at the front door. She looked nervous. That only means one thing. Dad.
Great.
As I entered the small flat there was a strong smell of alcohol. Even better.
Well my day just got ten times worse. Yay.
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Confessions of a teenage mess up.
Teen FictionIs the smile the real thing? Looks can be deceiving after all. Hi I'm Lolita and I am kinda a mess up. You can't speak to me. You can't get involved with me. I will ruin you.
