There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

“Maybe she knows Mara’s a little whore like her mother,” Angelica says
sweetly. Angelica has the round, cherubic face you’d expect from her name,
but she’s the meanest cunt in that whole group. Worse even than Mandy.
“Everyone knows she married your stepdad for his money.”
This is something so fundamentally acknowledged, even between Randall
and my mother, that I can’t possibly deny it.
The problem is, Randall doesn’t have that much money anymore. From the
shouted arguments I’ve overhead, even with my pillow pressed over my ears,
I’ve gathered that Randall’s sons are running his business into the ground and
my mother is trying to spend whatever is left before it all runs out.
“I guess those short skirts don’t work on Danny,” Mandy says, smiling
enough to show her pearly white teeth.
We all wear the same uniform at Windsor Academy—the same white blouse,
plaid skirt, maroon knee socks, and loafers. That’s why accessories like
cheerleader bows and smart watches are so important—they’re the only way
to show who’s in and who’s out.
I’m out.
I was never even close to in.
The short skirts are a different problem entirely. Randall refused to buy me
new uniforms this year, even though I’d shot up two inches. My home room
teacher keeps making me come to the front of the class and kneel in front of
everyone, to prove that my skirt doesn’t come down to my fingertips. She’s
given me detention six times.
Randall punishes me every time I’m late coming home, but he won’t buy me
new clothes.
I’m going to be late now if I don’t run the rest of the way home.
I don’t have time to continue this conversation with the Peachy Queens. It
wouldn’t matter either way. I’ve tried being nice to them. I’ve tried fighting
back. They despise me, and nothing will change that. Even the kids that used
to be nice to me, the ones I would have called friends, have learned better
than to say a word to me where these girls can see.