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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The last thing I wanted was to deal with my parents after the Friday I just had.
But as soon as I get home, fuming from the incident, my mum ambushes me. Apparently, she made some new 'friends' in the neighbourhood and they were coming over for dinner tonight.
Now, why she thought I cared about her budding social life was a mystery to me, but in classic Penelope McManus fashion, she wanted to pretend.
She wanted to put forward this image of the perfect, posh British family.
That couldn't be further from the truth and I was in no mood to be fake. I had no desire to parade around, acting like all was well in this house of horrors.
She thinks she's won. After I stormed off to my room earlier, she thought that was the end of it.
That I've surrendered and now I'd do her bidding. But clearly, she still doesn't comprehend the Angie that Thornhill Academy created.
And I've been swallowing her down for days now and she's fighting to make an appearance.
There's only so much a person could bend before they break.
So, I've been sitting in my room for the last few hours, getting ready for what could be my best performance yet.
I planned to become the most gothic, slutty, all-round little shît I could possibly be and my outfit was crucial to that mission.
I pulled a little black, leather-lace number from the very depths of my closet and paired with over the knee lace stockings, held up by leather garters on my upper thighs. With a pair of black block-heeled platform boots and fingerless lace gloves, I was a sight for the ages.
