(A/N: Above is a reference of Annabelle.)

Georgia squeezed her pillow as Annabelle barged into her room. It was too early for Georgia to hear Annabelle's crap. 

"So..." Annabelle started. "Who'd you leave me to screw? Some random dude? A random chick?" She asked. She scooted over on Georgia's rolling stool. "Huh? Spill the details! Were they hot? They better have been! For you to leave me?" 

"I didn't screw anyone, Belle." She muttered, squeezing her eyes shut. 

Annabelle laughed and spun around in the stool. "I know, I know. Ms. BoringPants. You'll be a virgin until the day you loosen up." She sat at Georgia's desk and flipped through her notebook. "Ew." 

She lifted up the notebook. "You study? Gross." She tossed the notebook onto the floor. "You're actually so boring it hurts. Why am I your friend?" 

"I dunno." Georgia groaned, sitting up. "But could you hand me a snack?" She gestured to her desk. "I want chocolate." 

Annabelle rolled her eyes, pulling open Georgia's snack drawer. She tossed her a chocolate cookie before searching the drawer for herself. 

"Thanks." Georgia mumbled, laying back down in her bed. 

"Is this what you're going to do all day? Nothing?" Annabelle asked, still spinning in Georgia's stool. 

"Nope." She shook her head. "I've got astrology homework. What are you doing?" 

"I'm going out today with my family. My dad's taking me and my brothers to this new restaurant. Then, I'm hanging out with a few girls from school." She smirked. "You could tag along if you want to." 

Georgia shot her a look. "No, thanks." She said quickly. "I'd rather preserve my social battery for this week of school." 

"Called it!" Annabelle smiled, standing up. "I'm going to head out. Your aunt said for you to be downstairs by one." 

"What time is it?" Georgia asked, stretching out on her bed. 

"Twelve thirty." Annabelle snickered. 

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"So," Georgia's aunt began, tapping her fingers against the marble isle. "How was your party?" She slipped coffee out of a green mug. It was probably her fifth cup today.

"It was cool, I guess." Georgia shrugged, pulling a cereal box from the pantry. Georgia decided to keep the fights and alcohol to herself. Although, Georgia's aunt probably already knew about the alcohol. She was young once, too. 

"Did you finish all your homework?" She moved to the microwave, dropping the topic of the party. "It's Sunday, you know? All you did was sleep yesterday." 

"I know." Georgia mumbled, pouring milk into her bowl. She looked for her aunt's eyes as she poured her cereal. She loved how easy it was tick her aunt off. 

"You make me sick with that shit, Georgia." She pulled a face of disgust. "Pouring your milk before cereal... who does that?" 

Georgia grinned. "Me." 

"Psychopaths." Georgia's aunt stated, setting a plate of toast on the bar in front of blonde teen. "I'm going to the office today." 

Georgia raised her brows. "It's Sunday, though? You always get weekends off?" She took a bite of toast and then a spoonful of cereal. 

Georgia's aunt nodded, her brown bun shaking on top of her head. "But Pam's on maternity leave starting Monday. Someone's got to take on her work. Just so happens to be me." 

Of course it was. Everytime there was an inconvenience, it was always her aunt who took the burden. Georgia didn't know why she didn't just quit. She was obviously unhappy. 

"It's always you." Georgia's thoughts escaped her lips. She locked her lips tight when her aunt looked at her with wide eyes. 

She leaned into the bar, her elbows situated on the marble. "Is someone missing some quality time with their aunt?" A smug smile was set on the older woman's face. A small laugh escaped her when Georgia didn't admit it. 

"I'll try to come home early, we can watch a movie or something. No promises, though."

Georgia rolled her eyes. There were never any promises. 

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Her aunt left around three, confirming that she wasn't coming home until late. Her aunt never stayed in the office less than six hours. It was a weird habit of hers. 

It left Georgia home alone, bored. She sat at her desk, tapping a pencil against her astrology worksheet. She checked her phone every now and then when Annabelle sent her updates on her day. Randomly she scrolled through social medias, never really looking for anything. Her thumb stopped over a video. 

"Get that bitch!" Someone yelled. "Tear her up!" 

There were people in a circle, faces hidden in the darkness. Only one spot in the video was illuminated with the flashlights of phones. A sandy pit.

Georgia's eyes widened as she recognized a face. It was the ginger. She was fighting yet another person, familiar bruises on her skin. 

She signed up for another fight? Why? 

Georgia clicked the video's publisher and scrolled through their other videos. It was a page dedicated to fighting, and occasionally, more often than not, ginger was there, throwing punches. 

"What an idiot." Georgia sighed. She watched the videos carefully, watching the girl. She paused a video when she saw the ginger throw on a familiar yellow lanyard. She squinted as she zoomed in, trying to figure out where she had seen it. Georgia sat back in her chair as she looked to her desk, realization crashing over her. 

"She goes to my school." She breathed, picking up her own school lanyard.