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Mikaela Abernathy ▼17 ▼ popular girl ▼ panromantic
Mikaela swallowed hard, keeping her eyes on the ground. She ignored Bella as she left the room, rubbing her eyes. Mikaela had, somehow, managed to rarely cry. Grace and perfection; that's what her parents wanted so that's what she wanted as well. In a way, she was more their own person than her own person.
A few strands of dark brown hair fell into Mikaela's vision as Adam walked in. "I told her I'm sick of her thinking she's the only one who hurt," She grumbled, "I have to leave. My bag is in Bella's car but I doubt she'll let me get it so I'll just walk home. I don't care, I just want to go."
With a small shove, the girl pushed past Adam and headed towards the front door. She had her phone in her pocket at least, so if she got stuck she could call a friend. Not in front of this place though, Bella might lose her shit. She'd have to go down the road before she even thought of calling someone up.
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