Zyrelle
๐ฐ๐ก๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ญ?
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐.
โ๐ฎ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐..โ
โ ,๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ โ ,๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ
๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐: ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ - ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐๐๐.
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Never once in Delaneyโs life would she ever thought sheโd become a pusher. Everyone knew who her mother was. Valentina Wilde was the definition of the word โjunkieโ she took everything from both her father, and herself. Their home, half of their lives, their reputation. Until she had nothing left to take. And eventually, she took everything away from herself too. Her family, her home, and inevitably her life. It was hard to be sad over the death of a woman who single handedly tore your world apart. โ๐ฎ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐..โ
โ ,๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ โ ,๏ฝก๏ฝฅ:*:๏ฝฅ๏พโ
๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐: ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ - ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐๐๐.
โฐโฐโฐ
She was never known as anything else but the daughter of the junkie, that was at least until she pulled herself together and earned herself a new nickname - most people wouldnโt be happy with being labelled as the good girl, the girl who never did anything - the girl who was too good. But she would take anything over her previous nicknames. So, how had the known good girl become everything she promised she wouldnโt become?
โฐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฐ
The sun was looming in the distance as Delaney came to a stop outside the gated park - a place she always came to whenever she needed to get away, and a place she would always meet up with Miles. They had been coming to this park for as long as they could remember. Casting her gaze over the empty benches, her eyebrows furrowed as she spotted the shadowed silhouette of her cousin perched on the swing.
A small sigh indicated that he had spotted her too, wasting no time, she hopped the fence before making her way over to the partially damaged swings. โHeโs been laid off, Miles.โ
Despite their noticeable age difference, you wouldnโt ever be able to tell the two were cousins, more like twins. Her aunt and uncle werenโt exactly people to gloat about - the Apple never did fall far from the tree when it came to her mother's side of the family, but still she adored him. Even if he was following in both his mom and his aunt's footsteps. โI know, Laney.โ Shrugging his shoulders, he shot her a sad smile.
โYou know Iโd help you if I could, but I can barely handle my own bills, let alone somebody elseโs too.โ
Her gaze dropped to the mats on the floor, she wasnโt asking him to pay her bills, or lend her money, so it was unfair of him to automatically assume and make her feel guilty. But right now wasnโt the time to argue about it, she needed help. โI know that, Iโm not asking for your money. I need help on thinking of an idea, how are we going to make money that fast?โ
Miles rose an eyebrow, a sly smile painted across his lips. โRemember a few weeks ago when I joked about you becominโ a dealer?โ
Widening her eyes, she shook her head. โIโm not selling drugs, Miles. Not after my mother, you know I canโt do that.โ
โHear me out, youโll make twice as much money as you would a regular job, youโll never run out of a business, and I can even get you everything you need. You give the money to your father, you get to keep the house and youโre both happy.โ
โฐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โฐ
That was how she had become a secret pusher. Everyone who came to her, did so privately. Her prices were extremely cheap compared to Fynn, a boy she refused to talk about. Mainly because she knew what he was like, what he would do if he found out someone was challenging him. The main and only reason why she warns everyone who buys from her, to stay quiet about it. Not that most people would actually believe anyone who told. But then again, her mother's reputation proceeds her.
Slamming her locker door closed, she makes her way down the corridor towards her classroom, not before clutching her books to her chest. She officially had two identities in this school. The good girl, and the girl brave enough to deal drugs behind Fynnโs back, right now she had to be the good girl. Nobody would catch on that way.
Heaving a sigh, she pushed open the classroom door, before heading straight towards the desk in the back, it was a good place for if she had to make deals.