Astrid
Mom(or more of my mortal guordian) drove like a mad woman, trying to get to Belle's on time. Mom, always one to run late and then always blame it on me. This time it was my fault,because I had insisted on taking all my books about angels,and even some of my angel figurines. This was the only thing I had ever kept a secret from my lifelong friend. This has been taunting me sence I was 5 years old and relized Belle would never understand the angels the way I do.
Belle doesn't need something to cling to the way I do. I need angels,because of my "broken" family. My father left us, my mother and I when I was about 4. Just old enough to remember how heart broken my mother was.
I had always believed in angels, because I knew that whenever my parents would argue, the angels would protect me from my father's rage.Eventually, I got over the loss of my father and learned to appreciat the fact that I am an only child being raised by a single parent, and Mom seemed to enventuallyget over my father,too. My mother is a very attractive woman and had plenty of boyfreinds after my father left to prove it. Even if she never forgot about my father. I stopped my thoughts when I hear Belle's favorite song playing on my phone.
Come back next Friday for the next chapter!!!!!!!
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