Once again, the three best friends found themselves lounging on the old, tattered sofa that had been dumped in the skip, a piece of furniture that seemed to have become a permanent fixture. Angel couldn't help but chuckle at Missy's slurred words, marveling at how she managed to indulge in drinks so early in the day.
They had made the bold choice to skip their last few classes on the final day of term, fully aware that no one would really notice their absence, despite their larger-than-life personalities. As Missy and Nas playfully argued about the old stomping ground, Angel's mind drifted to the whirlwind of events that had unfolded over the past few months. It was a time filled with both challenges and triumphs, and she couldn't help but reflect on how much they had all grown together.
Sitting there in the chilly embrace of the Yorkshire countryside, Angel felt a profound sense of belonging wash over her. She realised that these two girls were more than just friends; they were family. This year had also opened her eyes to the fact that her circle had expanded to include the Wilson boys, Mrs. Paracha, and even the community at Ackley Bridge School. It was a comforting thought, knowing that through all the ups and downs, she had a solid support system that would always be there for her.
The teenage girl was in a place she never thought she'd reach, and she wouldn't trade it for anything. For the first time in ages, she felt a genuine sense of happiness with her life, and it was all thanks to her own efforts. It wasn't about the unwavering support from her best friend, the understanding nature of her dad, or even the lessons in love she learned from her boyfriend. No, this was all about Angel Evans, the blonde who had finally taken the reins of her own life, and she was absolutely thriving in it.
Just as Angel was lost in her thoughts, Missy's loud voice broke through, reminding her that life always comes with its share of challenges. "I'm actually going to be sick," Missy exclaimed, and it was a classic example of how even in moments of joy, a little chaos could sneak in. Angel couldn't help but chuckle at the irony; after all, what would her life be without a few bumps along the way?
