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𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 - 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛
Felicity Parker was an orphan. No, not the kind where she had to clean to get her freedom, but one where she could roam around and do...
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CHAPTER THREE do you have any more magazines?
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FELICITY WOKE UP TO THE sound of Billy slamming open the door. "Your stepfather's an asshole," he spoke as he caught his breath. Felicity rubbed her eyes as she examined him and saw that he was holding six bottles of 'mouthwash' in his hands.
"Oh no, what happened," she asked with a groggy tone. It was about one in the morning and Felicity would've liked to be sleeping instead of listening to Billy share his problems.
Billy stifled a sighed, "He's making me give him all the vodka." The girl cocked her head in confusion. Noticing this, he shook the mouthwash container, and she nodded with consent.
"I knew this was a bad idea, Billy." She paused and put a hand through her hair. "And I'd like it if you didn't drag me into this, so I think you should go before he comes in here and you get into even more trouble."
"'City, he's not going to-"
"Billy." He was hesitant at first, but ultimately nodded and ran to where the dean was. Felicity shut the door behind him and flopped on her bed and stared at the ceiling for what seemed like an hour before closing her eyes and finally going back to sleep.
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Felicity found herself in the courtyard behind the boys looking at an exact replica of the headmaster's office, except it was his actual furniture. Tapping Joey's shoulder, she chuckled. "Did you do this?" she questioned, now darting her eyes between the murmuring headmaster and dean and the furniture.
"It was Billy's idea," he whispered back, doing so whilst hardly moving his lips.
"Why am I not surprised."
The dean turned around and pointed at Billy, which caused everyone in the small circle to stare at him and murmur joking remarks. "You gentleman have the honor of returning this furniture back to its original place." Billy, unfazed by the lecture, threw a banana peel into the garbage can. The dean stared at him glaring daggers and motioned to it. "Pick up that banana." Billy casually strolled over to the garbage can and delicately picked up the peel. "Are there any objections?" The group of boys shook their heads.
A few hours later, when it was finally time for lunch, the dean brought a box of Billy's vodka to the police station. Felicity was with Joey and Billy in the lunch line awaiting for their daily meals of slop. As a kid walked by, Joey motioned for a taste test, and the lone girl gagged internally.
"I didn't think we'd be having horse crap for lunch again today," Felicity grimaced with her nose scrunched, "They just served it yesterday."
