Angel looked up at the sound of a voice, "well of course not" she said, a little accent coming out and then deciding he probably didn't want to talk so went back to her own thought.
Angel was bored and sick and tired of being called a wimp. So she went down to the darkest part of bleak street where she thought nobody would be there but her mind told her different.
A glimps of her past came back and made her start to cry, "well try having to deal with everyday you might get a glimp of your past and know it was all your fault your whole family is dead" seh said, giving him an evil look.
Angel frowned and looked down at her hands and felt more sad not remembering her family, "try not knowing who you really are or where you come from" she said, looking up and trying not to cry in front of this kid she didn't even know.
Angel looked up, "try having two muggle foster parents who wished you were dead and didn't care what happened to you and no friends to talk to?" she said, frowning and putting her head back in her hands.
Angel walks around town bored out of her mind there no one to talk to no one to hang out with and no guys who like her what now this was her worst mistake. She went and sat on a bench put her head in her hands and wonder why the world hated her.
Angel looked at him, "i don't see why you would tell someone you like them if you don't even know what they are like?" she said, tilting her head and just sitting right back down with her book but taking out a note and passed it to him.
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