I suppose Angus Young saved me from a day spent in a disgusting bathroom stall. He was rather adorable, his presence was more desirable then the smell of human waste by a long shot.
"You don't talk much do you?" Angus asked me, I shook my head and returned to scribbling in my journal. I found that even though I lacked any verbal ways of finding out any information about someone, my observing skills were prominent. One of my worst fears (besides the horrdedus human beings leaving me with no option but to turn to silence) was that someone would figure a way to read my thoughts. Inside this loud head of mine, information meant for a criminal database was held, and I wouldn't want it getting out.
I have alot of unrealistic fears; the trigger previously stated is the tip of the iceberg. Many the other possibilities that cause my skin to crawl involve my weight.
I'd struggled with it my whole life. As far as former caregivers expressing their opinions about it, they could use a filter. I've been called a fat pig for the better half of my days spent at a house that to me should have been called hell.
Without a word to Angus, I set my sights on the bathroom. I wouldn't exepct Angus to be waiting for me outside, but I was wrong, because after I'd finished...throwing up he was right around the corner.
"Are you okay?" He asked me, and I quickly nodded.
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In Too Deep || Angus Young (Completed)
Fanfiction"Cause I'm in too deep, and I'm trying to keep Up above in my head, instead of going under" When Violet Stone, a foster child meets Angus Young, she begins an adventure she will never forget
