Play the violin

Angel's POV*******

After the 'talk' with Sam, I felt a hundred times better. Well, congrats to you dear readers for finding out what was wrong with me... Well... Just part...

I got home and I was greeted with a warm smile from my mother.

"Where were you? Sam came over asking for you, and I told him I thought you were with him" said my mom.

I sighed "I was in the park. I needed to clear my head"

My mother patted my back "I understand. Just help me make dinner"

I stared at my mother and she wore an evil grin.

"What? Just because you were gone for 3 hours, you think you could run away from your responsibilities? No way, child"

"MOM!!! WHY?!!!" I cried

My mom held my hand and dragged me to the kitchen.

"Start with the onions" she ordered and I sulked.

No way, my mother could do this to me. Wait... She just did.

My Lord. If I don't kill myself, she will.

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