Autumn's POV
What happened earlier with Agatha still played in my head like a sweet little song. I'm glad I slammed the door on her face because I don't know why she came to talk about nonsense to me this early in the morning. But the image of her couldn't stop playing in my head. I remembered every details about her.
Her red, puffy face. The anger in her voice. The way she looked like she wanted to strangle me but couldn’t even form the right words. I couldn’t stop smiling. It was honestly hilarious.
“Did she really say she wanted my life?” I whispered to myself as I sat up on the bed, brushing my hair behind my ears.
I let out a quiet laugh. So dramatic. So typical of her. I should’ve taken a picture of her rage-filled face and framed it. It would’ve been a nice reminder of how far
