Cortello - D'Angelo

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𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗁𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖫𝖦𝖡𝖳𝖰𝖨𝖠+ 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝖨𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝖽𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘛𝘸𝘰 - 𝘉𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭

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After a week of school-free bliss -which when I thought about didn't make sense because I wasn't completely school free but I didn't have to enter an actual school building so I took that as a win- I was back in hell, and if was bad.

I was by no means a stranger to being a victim of school gossip -a result from being one of the main targets of bullying- and I wasn't deranged enough to think that Cambridge would be a perfect little school with perfect little students that were beyond gossip because that reality was every teenager gossips, whether they wanted to admit it or not.

The senior phase of the school, Seniors to Freshman, could've actually not cared less about my friend group but from the eighth graders down to the sixth graders, most of the students were talking about us.

I knew I wouldn't have been able to stay completely invisible throughout the school year, and with my brothers, the chance of that happening was completely out the window. Sure, when people found out I was half a Cortello and half a D'Angelo, they talked about it a lot but no one had the guts to say anything in front of my brothers, some kind of power thing or something.

Then ten eighth graders were involved in a fight that had to be broken up by Seniors and my brothers weren't there to, as much as I hated to even think it, protect me from the vile misconceptions that was Cambridge Academy high and as a result, everyone was free to say anything.

People weren't even slick with it, casting us judgemental looks and going to talking like the nauseating wannabe-Gossip-Girl-characters they were.

Passing a group of what I assumed were seventh or sixth graders considering I had never seen any of them in any of my classes, my perhipal vision I saw at least two out of the group of five glance at me and vaguely heard the words "punish", "brothers" and "hit" among incoherent speech. Any comprehending person would've came to the same conclusion as I; that they were discussing what my suspension punishment was and the possibility of my brothers hitting me.

Extremely far from any punishment imaginable. I barely knew my brothers, yes, but I knew for a fact that they would never stoop down to physical punishments. They were outraged enough at finding out the things my father did to me as it was.

Unfortunately for me, the anxiety pulsing through me didn't allow me to step up to the group of little minxes and correct them, maybe curse at them a little. I didn't like bullies but I didn't like attracting attention to myself either so I continued down the hall, attempting to listen at the new spread of school gossip Camila was offering. Let's just say in the moment, I wasn't being a very good listener, to my friend that it. What everyone around us what saying sounded like there was speakers next to my ears transmitting what they were saying.