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

she’s satisfied.
I loathe the way everyone fixates on my clothing—the teachers at school, my
classmates, Randall, and my mother. The taller I grow and the more my tits
come in, the worse it gets.
I don’t get it. It’s not like I have some massive rack like Ella Fitz, who started
growing them even before we left elementary school. Still, every sign of
puberty seems to inflame my mother. She was furious when I got my period
last year, and refused to buy me tampons, even though we have swim class as
part of PE, and even though every other girl uses them. Mandy Patterson was
delighted to tell the whole class the moment she spotted a pad in my bag.
I pull on my baggiest hoodie and jeans, so my mother won’t pitch a fit when
she gets back from wherever she’s gone.
When I return to the living room, Randall has turned up the volume on the
television. Either he turned it down so he could catch me sneaking in the
door, or he’s blaring it now to irritate me.
I take my book bag to the dining room table, which is in his sight range. I
hate how he watches me.
I angle my chair away from him, spreading out my textbooks and notes.
Windsor Academy makes us do a lot more homework than I’m used to. The
other kids have been there since Kindergarten. I’ve been struggling so bad
that my mother hauled me to the doctor for some stupid medication that’s
supposed to help me focus.
It doesn’t help. Actually, it makes me jittery and my hands shake. Worse, it
amplifies the problems I already had with lights being too bright and noises
being too loud. Even normal sounds from the other students—snapping gum
or a pencil tapping against a desk—sound like popcorn exploding inside my
ears. It makes me jolt and twitch. Marcus Green calls me “Spaz,” and some
of the other kids are picking it up too.
Randall’s blaring baseball game is driving me nuts. Every crack of the ball,
every abrupt roar of the crowd, sets my teeth on edge. Even though I’m not
supposed to wear headphones around him, I sneak one of the buds out of my
pocket and slip it into my right ear, under my hair.