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The crying, the soothing voice, the banging on the door, it all gave me a headache. "Shush, Angelina, it's going to be fine." Christy voice was smooth, like butter on toast. Which, if you knew her, you wouldn't believe possible. Christy seemed like a nice girl. Her tan face, kind brown eyes, and dark brown hair which was always pulled into pigtails, they all gave her a nice apperence. Though, despite how kind or gentle she may look, her personality is somewhat gruff, or rude. Only for Angelina would she be nice. Or for me of course, but along the way she'd throw in some smart remarks, or rude comments, an attempt to cheer me up. Oh, but of course, twas a game to us. Angelina, just broke up with her boyfriend, Jackson. They seemed like …show more content…

Flinging it open, pushing out the screen, which I already have taken out quite a few times and stuck my head out. My auburn hair flew in my face, it was extremely windy. "Hey, idiots," I called down. "Go away, I'm sure even Grandma can hear you." "I want to talk to Angelina," Jackson said, at least taking a step from the door, even from two stories up I could see the desperation in his sea green eyes. "She wasn't suppose to hear what I had said." I started laughing, laughing so hard I almost toppled put of the window. "Jackson, you come up with funny excuses, also unbelievable things." "Hailey, you don't understand," Max chimed in. "You probably wouldn't even believe it though." A sicking sob sounded behind me. "Better be good," I growled, stepping away from the window. I closed the window, I didn't bother shoving the screen back on because it was lying in a bush below. "Hailey," Angelina said, attempting to clean her face off with her sleeve. "Don't talk to them, just make them …show more content…

I head to the kitchen and get a plate of cookies and one glass of milk, then go sit down on a chair. I put the cookies next to me, I was going to use them as a treat, just in case if Jackson lied. Though, with Jackson, lies are easy to sense. Max liked cookies, so he'd tell me the truth. "Tell me exactly why you broke up with Angelina, Jackson," I said, taking a small cookie from the plate, dunking it in my milk and started breaking off small pieces. I looked directly in Max's stone grey eyes, I where I saw the desire for the chewy sweet. "Well, you see, I was trying to impress this guy and-" I put up my head, I could already tell Jackson was lying. Usually when he lied he didn't go into depth of the story, as he was now. "Real truth, come on," I growl. I shoved my cookie into my mouth. "Fine, as stupid as I am I did it. I was at my sister's birthday party, Peter somehow snuck away. I was stuck at the stupid birthday party, and my sister wanted to play truth or dare. So, she begged me to play, I did. Then some dumbass girl dared me to break up with Angelina-" "Don't curse under this roof, I'm pretty sure Grandma can sniff cuss words," I said. "Also, I liked the lie better." Of course, trust Jackson to never back down from a dare, no matter how foolish. "Well, foolish boys, or should I say boy. I am the oldest in our

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