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Chapter Seven
Zoe
Shit, shit, bollocks and turds.
The digital projection alarm in Isaac's room screeched at, throwing the time upon the ceiling in horrifying, flashing neon green.
8:05.
Bella's dress still needed to be washed and the chance of getting her to agree to wear a different dress was about as high as the chance of winning the lotto without buying a ticket. Harry's shoes were still vanished.
"Are we late?" Isaac asked rubbing his eyes as he tossed off his duvet.
"We have nine minutes to leave the house if I want to get to work on time," I moaned diving out of the bed.
"Okay, you concentrate on you. I'll pack the lunches and make Harry and Bella toast. They can eat it on the way to school. Do you want me to call a cab to the school?"
"Please," I said as I raced from the room. I snatched Bella's stained dress from the bathroom floor and threw it in the sink pumping three squirts of hand soap on
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