Angel Wings//Shaytards {COMPLETED}

In our lives we say a lot of "If Only"s. We tend to focus on the past and think how it will it change our future. We over think things that change everything completely.

Remember that Disney show That's So Raven? Remember how she would see the future and always be thinking about it? She would always work so it would turn out like that. In the end she would be so caught up in that moment everything would spin out of control and get messed up.
The problem was she was always focused on having that things happen or not happen.

And we can't let go of the past. We have to let go of the past or we get stuck in this things we call depression. If you think about it it's the starting point. You keep thinking of those If Onlys. What if I said this or did this? And every time you go back and think back to that time it hurts more and more until it's all you think about. And than it becomes something hard to control of yourself.

And that's what Emmi thought of. How she couldn't change the past but instead move on.

Marisol

"Mooom!" I whine. Mom sighs and parks the car.

"Listen Marisol Chantelle Layson, just go up there deliver the note and the cookies. Say you're sorry and leave." Mom says.

"I don't want to!" I cross my arms. Mom kisses my head.

"I know sweet girl maybe afterward we can go to the mall and go on a mini shopping spree. How does that sound cupcake?" I grin.

"Yes mom!" I cheer.

"MOM! MOM CAN WE GET---" Mom cuts off Cloe and Claire.

"Shh girls." Cloe pouts and Burts into tears. Baby. Mom sighs. "I love you my baby girl I promis you can get some stuff, okay?" Cloe nods and smiles. I roll my eyes.

I hop out and ring the door, impatiently tapping my door. Stupid Butlers. The four opens. A little blonde kid, seven maybe stands there.

"Hi miss!" He chirps to happily for my taste.

"Whatever rat face go get your mommy." I sneer. He bursts into tears and runs off. A few minutes later a woman, a young woman, walks up with the boy.

"You are?" She asks, lifting an eyebrow. Her hair is really long and pretty I will say. How can this be depressed baby's mom?

"Are you Colette Butler?" I ask sweetly like a girl scout selling cookies.

"Yes. You are?" She aks not impressed.

"Oh Marisol Chantelle Layson." I smile. My trick to winning people over.

"The girl who beat my daughter and nearly killed her? I am so disappointed in your guardians parenting--"

"Uh yeah and don't judge my mother. I didn't kill her--"

"You drove her to kill herself young lady and don't ever talk back to me. I'll take these." She says taking the stuff from my hands. "Don't ever come around again. Don't ever text my daughter or contact her in any way. You'll never be forgiven to me. Stay away, always. Including all of your friends and boyfriends." Shocked I step back. How could anyone hate me?

"Oh and I'm gonna need the plate back." I spit. Colette looks at mom's expensive car.

"Do you really need it back? Considering that car you don't deserve it back, along with all the it her things you have considering a the things you've done to hurt people." I narrow. I see Emmi walk over. She stand by her mom.

"And if there's anything you need it's a beaten and a life." She narrows her eyes and shakes her head. "Don't ever come back Marisol. You're just a waste of time in my book. And IV learned never to listen to someone who can't seem to get their own life together." Her words come out dark and filled with anger and confidence. The door slams in front of my face.

I turn around and walk to the car. Mom smiles at me.

"Good job sweetie, ready to head to the mall?" She asks. I shake my head.

"No mom, in fine I just need to rest." I say thinking over the things they just said.

"Let's just go."

Emmi

I take the note and rip it up when non leaves. I dump the cookie in the garbage and break the plate.

She's no longer someone I listen to.

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Ahhh a few more chapters than a epilogue! Hopefully by Monday before I leave for Camp!