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    Making It Right – (Chapter: 13 – Even All The Bad Songs Ain’t So Bad…)

    The locker was fighting with Spencer. She’d pull, and it was as if someone were on the other side holding it tight. She sighed, resting her forehead on the cool metal in defeat while her hand created a fist, reaching up to slam against the grates. It was harder than necessary, but she knew that.

    She knew taking her frustration from life out on her poor locker would never make it open. It just felt satisfying though. She hissed in slight pain, making her bring her fist back into striking position. And when a hand closed over hers, she made her jump out of her own skin. Whirling around, arm still in the air, she saw Ashley looking at her curiously.

    "You okay, Spence?" Spencer watched the brunette’s dark eyebrow knit together in concern. Ashley’s hand slowly coaxed her hand from its fist and just held it. She looked down, first at their hands then to anywhere but the girl in front of her.

    "Yeah, I’m fine. It’s sore, but I didn’t really think the locker would be soft."

    "No, I mean…You didn’t call. You didn’t answer the phone either." The tone in her voice made Spencer wish she could freeze her insides and not feel anything. No guilt. No tenderness. She just wanted to freeze.

    Spencer slowly made her way down the stairs, followed by Glen and Clay. It felt as though it was walking that last mile, to the execution. She walked with a mixture of strength and childish shame, shoulders back and head bowed.

    As all three Carlin children made their way into the kitchen, Spencer glanced up to see their parents sitting at the dining table. Her mother’s eyes were red and puffy from the crying she must have done while arguing with Arthur. It suddenly struck her just how much she took after her. When both females cried, it was as if the ocean itself deepened and was spilling over. But her mother’s eyes were also frozen where Spencer’s were not. She was looking into cold icicles, and it stung.

    While she may not have taken after her father physically, she had taken his generous personality. The only sign of distress on his face was for his wife’s own current status. That’s why when she saw the small supportive smile on his face, she could do nothing but let the tears come again.

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    1. aawww I relli dislike Paula!..screw em I say..screw em all, if they cnt except Spence&Ash well then fuk em..they not wrth Spencer’z time..the more restrictions u give ur kidz, the less freedom they have, the mre they gunna rebel!..idiots*roll’z eyez*..Spencer&Ash r Hot they should keep doin wat they doin*wink wink* hehe keep up the grand wrk hay!..THNX4writing anutha swt arse chap as usual!! ur stry – ‘I Lovin it’ Post soon will u I hope?..

    2. aawww I relli dislike Paula!..screw em I say..screw em all, if they cnt except Spence&Ash well then fuk em..they not wrth Spencer’z time..the more restrictions u give ur kidz, the less freedom they have, the mre they gunna rebel!..idiots*roll’z eyez*..Spencer&Ash r Hot they should keep doin wat they doin*wink wink* hehe keep up the grand wrk hay!..THNX4writing anutha swt arse chap as usual!! ur stry – ‘I Lovin it’ Post soon will u I hope?..

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