Chapter forty two(exposing the dirty contract)

Phoebe's Point Of View:

I wore an oversized hoodie and an evening skirt. Though they were not great matching outfits, I wasn't in my right senses these days to even pick a proper outfit.

I slammed the door behind me before walking down the road, holding my shoulders as my eyes ran back and forth, examining the faces of everyone who looked at me as if I was crazy.

I knew crazy was just what I looked like, with crazy outfit and ruffled hair looking exactly like a bird's nest. I didn't remember the last time I combed my hair.

Combed my hair? I...