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Chapter 11
Becca's POV I slammed my door shut angrily as I reached my room and stripped out of my school uniform so fast that it nearly tore. Stupid Kyra, stupid Board, stupid school, stupid will. Why couldn't anything ever go my way?! I stomped into my walk-in closet and barely glanced at all the outfits. Most were designer but had been made years ago so I barely ever wore them more than once but I didn't have time to go shopping. I grabbed a low-cut black silk blouse and neon pink maxi skirt that barely covered my butt but I knew I looked hot in and dressed quickly, knowing Mrs. Davis would be coming down the hallway quickly to investigate the sounds from Kyra's room. I replaced my black Mary Janes with a pair of black wedge heels and checked my hair and makeup in the mirror. It was a little s
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