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That’s one of my fav pics.

Mine too.

Going to hop off here and go to bed. We have an early start.

Night, Brooks

Night, Angel

Saturday, December 22 @11:30am

How’s winter break going?

I’m so ready to go back to the dorms. My mom and stepdad can be overbearing.

They keep asking me who I’m texting.

Tell them you’re texting your boyfriend.

That wouldn’t go over very well. They’re super traditional.

Think they’ll like me?

Honestly? No, but that’s because they don’t like anyone, including me.

Damn, Angel. I’m sorry.

Don’t be. My dad is cool, though, and he’ll love you.

Why don’t you live with him?

When they divorced, he was working on offshore oil rigs. Mom used that to her advantage and got full custody of me. Not sure why, though. I think she would have been happier without me.

I’m sorry.

It is what it is.

“Hannah, get off your phone,” my mom hisses.

We’re in the car going to the church where Pastor Sullivan is hosting a Christmas lunch for the church staff. I really don’t want to be here, but they insisted that I come. Whether or not I want to was implied.

My stepfather glances at me in the mirror and scowls. Fuck. He’s about to launch into a speech.

“Hannah, your mother and I are disappointed in your grades from this last semester. We will not sit by and let you waste our hard-earned money. Understand?”

Their hard-earned money? Are you kidding me? I know for a fact that my dad pays for most of my tuition. I keep my mouth shut, though. I learned a long time ago that the good Pastor Sullivan will go low to win a battle, saying or doing whatever it takes to get me to shut up. Words that are meant to sting long after they’re said and slaps that leave bruises behind.

“I understand,” I answer, looking out the window as tears fill my eyes.

I wish Brooks was here.

Monday, January 7 @7:45am

I never thought I’d be this happy to be back in the dorms. I’m like the first person here, LOL.

Send me a pic of your smiling face.

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