Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Six: Realising the opportunity
I swear the expression of rage was glued to her face, unrelentingly angry looking look that she had embraced
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"Please don't let her hear me come in! Please! Please! Please" I chanted as I took hold of the door handle and twisted it before pushing the door open.
I could not say that I was particularly delighted to be walking through the door of my own home at this very moment but I was out of options at this point.
My mother could easily make school seem like a much better place to be at with just one look, one action, and even just a single word. I do not think my mind was fortified enough to battle with the woman's dramatic doings, I had just lost at least half a dozen of my brain cells listening to Nona. I
