"Are you seriously rebelling right now? Look, Alice. I don't want today to be ruined by you, so stop this nonsense and come out the room, now!" My mom angrily said and waited for a few minutes, but when she didn't get what she wanted, she opened the door and was greeted by a cold room. I looked at her reaction and, for a split, she was stunned but then her eyebrows furrowed.
"This child... does she think that I will bought his words that she said in the call? Angeline always clean up her mess. Why can't Alice become a half of her cousin?" My mom muttered and closed my bedroom door. Half of Angeline? I'd rather not. She's a bully. Her, cleaning my mess. It should be the other way round. I was the one cleaning up her mess and being the one who got implicated by her wicked words.
Why can't my own mom see? Is she really blind or Angeline is just good on brainwashing my own mother. I sighed. My heart is breaking, even though I don't have a beating heart anymore. Why do I still feel the pain of being ignored and being compared to her? Is it the same thing as the ghost feels when they want revenge?