37Little-angel POVSandy spotted me with a glass of champagne in her hand. She giggled and pulled me away from there to hide, and we quickly found a hiding spot in Sandy's room.She handed me the glass and I hesitated, I couldn't help but wonder if I had the right to drink it. I turned to Sandy and asked, seeking her approval. "Do I have the right to drink this?"Sandy rolled her eyes and smiled, "Of course! This is quality alcohol and you might never get the opportunity to drink it again."Sighing, I decided to savor the moment and took a sip, letting the effervescence and fruity flavor fill my mouth. The taste of the champagne was exquisite, with its delicate bubbles dancing on my tongue. It had a delightful blend of fruity flavors that delighted my senses."Wow, this is really good."Sandy chuckled, "I told you so." I couldn't resist and I kept drinking and drinking, appreciating every sip of the champ
Little-angel POVI wake up in the morning, wriggling nervously with my working clothes. After a moment's vacillation, I make up my mind and head over to Sandy's room. I walk in unannounced and am startled by the pitch-dark surroundings. It is unusual for Sandy to be snoozing at this hour. Just as I am about to make my presence known, I hear a sudden loud "Boooo!!!" The scream nearly startled me out of my skin!heaving for breath, I spin around and found Sandy standing behind me. She jumped into my arms, a sportful smile on her face, and greeted me with a"Angie!" I release a shriek of relief and laughed along with her. I asked her what was going on with the no lights. Sandy laughed and with a mischievous grin, she explained, "Angie, you won't believe what happened! I was trying to fix the lights but accidentally disconnected them instead. Now I'm stuck in the darkness!" We both burst out laughing, sharing this amusing mishap.We laughed together, momentarily forgetting the weight of
39Little-angel POVChristopher slowly lifted his disheveled head and met the puzzled gazes of Oliver and me. The shock was palpable, and I could scarcely sound the sight before me. floundering to compose himself, Christopher hastily climbed to his bases, brushing off the dirt that had cleaved to his clothes. His voice quivered with embarrassment as he stammered,"I...I was not harkening in, I swear. I did not mean to intrude."Oliver, ever the epitome of cool, wore a trim smile that played across his face. Undeterred by the awkwardness of the situation, he teasingly prodded Christopher, relishing in his discomfort. "Oh, Christopher, my friend! Surely, we can expect a more entertaining explanation than that. Did we catch you red-handed?"Christopher's cheeks flushed crimson, his embarrassment now reaching its peak. His eyes danced around the room, searching for any form of escape from the demotion he was passing. With a blend of guilt and shame, he murmured," No, Oliver, you did not c
40Little-angel POVAs I stood in the laundry room, a sanctuary of solitude, I found solace in the harmony of my own voice. My heart poured out its desires through that song, releasing the tensions that had been building up within me. As the lyrics flowed effortlessly from my lips, I couldn't help but be consumed by thoughts of my two dear companions and bestfriends, Sunshine and Sunrise. How I longed to be reunited with them, to know that I was missed as much as I missed them.Lost in this world of music, I failed to notice the entrance of Sandy. Her sudden applause startled me, and I blushed under the unexpected attention."Bravo!" she exclaimed wholeheartedly. "You have such a beautiful voice Angie."Unable to hide my surprise, I stammered out a shy "Thank you. I've always loved singing."Observing my radiant happiness, Sandy's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "You seem so happy. What's putting you in such a good mood?"Unable to contain my excitement, I flashed her a radiant smile. "
41Little-angel POVI trembled as I walked up to Oliver's door and could feel my heart racing. I inhaled deeply and lifted my hand to rap on the door. He hesitantly inquired about who it was as I heard a stern voice through the door."Who is it?" Oliver enquired while becoming irritated."It's me, Little-angel," I replied, my voice shaking slightly.The door creaked open, revealing Oliver's tense body language. I could feel my anxiousness rising as I could tell that he was really angry.With his eyes getting smaller, he snapped, "What do you want?"I struggled to keep my voice steady as I stumbled, "I just wanted to talk."Oliver exhaled loudly, his annoyance clear. "All right, enter now."I glanced at his face as I walked into the space. He softened and carved perplexity into his face. Before speaking, he was silent for a few period."What are you doing here?" Oliver asked, sounding more subdued than previously.I couldn't help but shake and my hands started to perspire. I debated w
42Little-angel POVAs I continued with my work, dusting off the paints on the wall, a vivid memory suddenly resurfaced. It took me back to the time when I was cleaning the paintings and had a clumsy encounter with Christopher. I lost my balance on the ladder and ended up falling on him, spilling the bucket of water on both of us. The memory made me blush.Coincidentally, Willow happened to be passing by. She immediately halted in her tracks and stared at me with a mixture of surprise and amusement."Mockingbird,"she called out mockingly, sneering instead of using my real name. I couldn't help but wonder where this ridiculous nickname had come from. It didn't even faze me; Willow was known for her mean-spirited nature, she was always so cruel."Why on earth are you calling Mockingbird?" I asked, my voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of annoyance.Willow smirked and took pleasure in explaining her choice of nickname. "Oh, Mockingbird," she sneered condescendingly, "I picked that
43Little-angel POV.As I prepared his tea, Avery, with a mischievous smile, looked at me as if to say, "Do you see now why Willow hates you?"I shrugged and pretended nonchalance, quickly looking away from her. Memories of Sandy's ridiculous prank flooded my mind, and I cursed myself for getting involved. But it was hard to refuse anything to Sandy, who was like a ball of angelic energy.Once I had finished preparing the tea, I cautiously made my way towards Christopher's room, my mind still occupied by Sandy's mischievous prank. As I stood outside his door, my hand poised to knock, Christopher's voice unexpectedly resonated from within."You can come in," he called out.Startled by his preemptive invitation, I hesitantly pushed open the door and stepped inside. The sight that greeted me caused my astonishment to deepen further - Christopher was sprawled on the sofa, clad in a modest t-shirt and casual pajama pants."Ah, there you are," he greeted me, a weary smile playing on his lip
44Little angel POV As I stepped into the hallway, I found myself questioning where I found the courage to assume such a big lie. But then, I remembered how disappointed Christopher had seemed when I thought he was begging me, and fear crept in. What if he had just said those words to save face and not appear weak in front of me? The consequences of that lie began to weigh heavily on my mind, but I quickly pushed those thoughts aside. Nothing significant would come out of it anyway. He said he wasn't serious when he was supposedly begging me, so there was no need to make a big deal out of it. It was all going too far.Taking a deep breath, I wiped away my tears, determined to find solace and support in Sandy. I made my way to her room without bothering to knock, my emotions still running high. As I entered, I found her wrapped in a cozy blanket, fully engrossed in her favorite werewolf series, "Moonlight's Embrace." The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the TV casting flickering s