I’d even put on some makeup, sneaking into my mom’s cosmetics to try and cover some of my acne. I didn’t sleep that night. “Thanks” I said awkwardly as she returned me to the living room before bustling off towards the kitchen. They’d transferred into school halfway through the year, sophomores just like me. No-one else had particularly noticed my arrival, and the conversation was continuing just fine without me. I flushed and tried to bite back a flash of anger; the Diet Coke probably wasn’t a crack about my weight. I didn’t know what I was doing exactly, but this was by far the nicest house I’d ever been in and I was dragged on by my curiosity. There was a narrow back door across from the bathroom, I turned the latch as softly as I could and pushed it open, carefully bracing myself. A ballroom of some sort, that sounded right for this fucking family. Read 57660 times |
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