❛ the end of the beginning. ❜

"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬."

The three best friends once again sat on top of the old worn out sofa which rested in the skip that was never taken away. Angel giggled at Missy's drunken statement and she wondered how the girl was able to drink so early on in the day.

The trio had decided to ditch their last few lessons of the last day of term as no one was going to notice their absences, even if their personalities were pretty loud. Whilst Missy and Nas bickered about the old stomping ground, Angel thought about what had happened over the last few months.

There had been many up's and down's going on in the three girls lives, but sitting there now, in the outside, cold Yorkshire countryside. Angel realised that she will always have these two girls as a family, but she also realised this year that her family has extended to the Wilson boy's, Mrs Paracha and even the school of Ackley bridge.

But the teen girl wouldn't want or have it any other way, and that's because she was happy, for the first time in a long time she was finally happy with her life, and that was all down to her, not her best friends constant support, not to her dad being amazingly understanding, not even from her boyfriend who taught her how to truly love someone, but the brunette, as Angel Evans had finally taken control of her life and she was loving it.

Breaking the girl from her inner monologue was Missy's loud voice, but what would Angel's life be without a few little problems.

"I'm actually going to be sick."

o. 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧, 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧-𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬.