I'd woken up to a loud banging next door, the clock read 5:45. I really couldn't believe school was starting so soon. I got out of bed and took my first shower since last week. I didn't care to look after myself as much anymore.
I began brushing through my hair, lots of it comming out onto the brush. I had been stressed and upset, the hair loss prooving it. I sighed and got dressed, not bothering to look myself in the mirror. I had lost weight and I hated my body again.
I wasn't overly skinny like you would expect, I'd just been used to my hourglass and curvier figure. I wasn't fat, I'd also love to state...fat isnt a good word...sorry. Anyways, I was soon dressed in a black jumper that came down to my knees. The sleeves were really long but I pushed them up. I wore fishnet tights and black socks, pairing them with black boots.
My outfit was complete but I wasn't emotionally ready for school. It wouldn't matter though, I'd still grab my bag and drag myself out of the apartment. Down the stairs I went, avoiding the one I slipped off of last time. I made my way down the street, grabbing food on the way at Monets.
I walked up to the gate, taking deep breaths. As soon as I walked in, many people started whispering. Their faces seemed to soften at the sight of me. "She must be so sad." , "I feel so bad for her." And "Monty was her boyfriend, right?" Was all I could hear. I had to block it all out, afraid that what they would say would be too much.
As I stepped closer to the main doors, a line had formed. I soon saw why it was taking so long. Normally, I'd get into school fast and get back out even faster but not anymore. Just infront of the doors were gaurds, standing and asking kids for their bags. The bags were searched while we'd have to walk through a metal detector.
I saw it all an I was immediately angry. Is this how they planned to keep us safe? Is this how they'd decided was best for kids? "Give me your bag." A loud voice demanded. I held my bag at the straps before it was yanked off.
The officer looked through my bag, pushing me through the metal detector. Bleeping filled my ears and I was told to move to the side. I looked down, the necklace Mony had gave me was around my neck. "It's probably my necklace." I stated, earning a scoff.
"Step aside for a strip search." He said, looking me in the eyes. He made me uncomfortable. "No, I'd rather not. You're making me uncomfortable." I replied as he grabbed my arm. I pulled it back, grabbing my bag from him and running off.
I stood at my locker, looking at Monty's. His locker was next to mine, he'd begged it to be there for ages until Bolan finally gave in. I opened my locker and stared at the photo of us both that I'd forgotten was there. I took deep breaths, my throat going sore from holding back tears. I took the photo and hid it in my pocket after giving it a good look.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and jumped "Hey, Angie." I turned to see my brother with a comforting smile on his face. "Hi." I greeted, shutting my locker after taking my books out. "This was his locker wasn't it?" Justin asked, annoying me.
"Please don't act like you care. We both know that you don't and you never have cared about him. Leave me alone." I whispered, almost shoving him out of my way. I walked away, leaving him to watch me.
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Flashback- Monty's POV
Me and Angie had been dating only a couple weeks now but we were inseparable. I walked her to class, kissing her forehead and pushing inside the room. We always fought playfully, it was cute to see her get angry.
"Dude, you reek of sex! Angie must be a really good time." Bryce Chuckled, 'bro' hugging me. I rolled my eyes "No comment." I replied, causing him to smirk. "That's a yes. Let me guess, she's freaky?" He continued. I still kept quiet, not wanting to give anything away. It was true though, we were the perfect match inside and out of the bedroom.
Every night we slept together or had sex felt so amazing and exhausted me. "What's her favourite position? Does she let you choke her? Do you like a bit of hair pulling? Maybe she pegs you! Are you into that? Come on you gotta give me something!" Bryce begged, annoying me.
"All fours, one hand in her hair, one hand on her throat. And keep going until she's numb." I finally said, licking my lips at the thought of it. Bryce shouted and wooped, laughing hard. I nust wanted him to stop bugging me about it, I couldn't help it. She was a trophy that had to be shown off.
Suddenly I was pushed up against the locker, an angry Justin Foley had his hand gripping my letterman jacket. "Don't fucking talk about my sister like that or I'll kill you!" He threatened, slamming me hard. "Alright calm down I was only having a fucking joke." I told him, raising my eyebrows. He let me go before glaring at me.
"You don't ever talk about my little sister like that, understand? Feel lucky that you even get to speak to her!" Justin said loudly, Bryce watching and laughing. He glared at Bryce too, not saying a word.
"Whatever." I mumbled, finding my way to class.
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Present- Angies POV
I spotted Sophies other friends in my class, Sophie was nowhere to be seen. I whispered over to them "Where's Sophie?" I questioned bluntly. Their expressions softened and they smiled at me "Didn't you hear? She's having her baby early because she was sick." Jazmine, I think, told me.
I nodded my head "How are you doing, love?" She asked. I sighed and shrugged "I'm trying to be normal, everyone's being weird and telling me that it's going to be okay. Oh well, it's not like my boyfriend just died or anything." I let out a dark laugh, Jazmine looking at me weirdly. She turned back and I looked down at my book, not caring.
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Mini Foley- Book 3, The End
FanfictionThe last part to my Mini Foley series. Are you ready?
