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chasingangelaAngela sits cross-legged on her bed. She's trying to review for her criminology midterm, but really she's thinking about her family and about what had happened with Lockheed two nights before.
She hasn't heard about Kitty since, and she's getting very worried.
And she can't even think about how to call her dad. Half the time she wants to scream at him; the other half, she's convinced she would just sob over the phone lines.
She flops back on her bed and stares into space, wishing there was someone around for her to talk to.
She hasn't heard about Kitty since, and she's getting very worried.
And she can't even think about how to call her dad. Half the time she wants to scream at him; the other half, she's convinced she would just sob over the phone lines.
She flops back on her bed and stares into space, wishing there was someone around for her to talk to.
