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Vanessa's POV

"Urgh!!!" I screamed out in frustration.

Where did I keep it?

"Damn girl! Your room look like shit" Rebecca chuckled, sitting on my bed.

I turned to look at the mess I made. It wasn't much but a lot of irrelevant papers and old rusted stuff were laying on the ground.

"I'm looking for something. I can't find it" I groaned, arranging the drawer back

"What's that?" She asked

"My contact book. Its filled with important contacts" I could literary cry right now out of frustration but whenever I think of my age, I'll just comport myself.

"Have you checked everywhere?"

"Isn't it obvious enough?" I snapped

"Bitch, watch your tone. I wasn't the one who misplaced your damn note" She yelled at me

"Sorry" I sighed, feeling bad for transferring aggression

"You better be" She said, laying on the bed. "I didn't see you at the end of Matthew's birthday. That was 2 days ago yeah?"

"Yeah" I simply said