Anabel Pov:
“arghhh!!!” i hate mornings! my short, skinny arm crashed onto my alarm clock as i fall out of bed because i am so clumsy and small! quickly, i get dressed into my favorite camo leggings and sequin shirt because i’m not like other girls and camo is my favorite color! suddenly, my mom is in my room with her usual glare. she hates me ever since the incident where i forgot a bladee lyric.
“there’s someone here for you,” she says, as i walk down the stairs. i’m met with the face of noah centipede in a trash can filled with ice.
it took me a moment to realize my mother sold me to the mafia.
