(Isla Bailey Snowś pov.)
The look on my Momś face is pure hatred, she shakes the letter at me. ¨How could you?¨ Her voice dosen´t shake, her eyes don´t well up with tears. I stand up, pushing her away and crossing the living room with even strides.
¨Get out!" she yells after me, as I grab my car keys.
Pulling out of my driveway I finally let the tears fall, streaming down my checks. I pull out my phone, scrolling through my contacts and clcking her name.
The phone rings, she picks up.
¨Hey,¨ Katy says voice chipper.
¨Can I come over?¨ My voice shakes. ¨Of course.¨ She says sounding worried.
Author Notes: Not what I´m supposed to be doing in English class but...
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