Chapter 74: It's impossible to escape

"What's wrong, don't you have an appetite?" Jennifer asked, looking at Angela, who was a little confused about the food on the plate.
"No, it's nothing, just ... I thought of a truth." The little girl shrugged. Whenever her parents weren't eating at home, Jennifer would always make some snacks for her. On a par, but at least it will not be the case of preparing tomato sauce for dumplings, so she is also very appetite for Angela, but she is a little troubled tonight.
"Truth? What truth? Can you tell me?" Jennifer asked with a smile.
"The impulse is the devil!" The little girl said seriously.
The steward looked at her a little dumbly, but Angela didn't continue to explain, and stuffed the remaining dumplings into her stomach in one go, then wiped her mouth and said that I had eaten, and then quickly ran upstairs, Jennifer shrugged Shrug and pack up the tableware.
Back in the room, Angela turned around a few times on the balcony, came back to look at the manuscripts still on the table, and sighed to put them away. She had no intention to write them down anymore, just at dinner just now I thought about the problem that had bothered her during this time, so I couldn't help but sigh, the impulse was the devil!
Is not it? If you wrote to Mr. Michael Mann because you were talking at the birthday party and you spoke out the most classic scene of "Theft of Fire" and had to do it, then you must write to Wins, who is far away in Texas. What did Mr. Grumme write for?
Who knows if the right to adapt for "Gump of Forrest Gump" has been sold, it is ridiculous that he still clips a third of the script in the letter, even if he wants to tell the other party in a naive tone that he wants Write a fairy tale, a parable about life, but ... look at it, it's been two months, haven't they written back, or have they become jokes?
Angela waved his hands in annoyance. She still wanted to be happy, but is there anything to make herself happy? The experiment has completely failed. Edward at the birthday party plus the two months of conscious contact with the little boys at school. There is nothing wrong with holding hands. If you hug, you will get a goose bump.疙瘩 I used to be disgusting at most, and this feeling became more obvious as the other person became older, so some things are already clear, but ... are we really going to be gay?
The words Lace, Lara, and coming out came into my head, plus Judy's words, which made Angela, who rolled her eyes, more depressed and upset, and the speed of walking around the room became faster.
Hell, can you stop thinking about it! The little girl shook her head violently, then sat down in front of the piano, took a deep breath after opening the lid, and waved his hands. The rushing music suddenly swarmed from the keys, neither exciting nor elegant, One characteristic of this music is fast! It seemed so fast that the ears couldn't even hear it, as if a mess of bees buzzed and flew from one side to the other, and then from there to the other, although it was messy, but it had a corresponding law, sounding carefully , Weird but fun.
But Angela was not at all relaxed. Although she only played for half a minute, her forehead was covered with tiny sweat beads, her mouth was breathing slightly and swiftly, as if she could not breathe in the next second. Like, and her hands played back and forth on the keys very fast, faster and faster, both hands seemed to be transformed into four hands, at this moment, the keys suddenly issued There was a strange noise, and then the sound of the piano ceased.
Angela covered her right hand with pain, and put her fingers close to her mouth to keep breathing, but it still didn't work. Every time she got here, she slipped because she was too late. Is she not fast enough? The little girl looked at the piano in disappointment and shrugged again. Fortunately, her fingers just hurt and she was not injured. I remember that my index finger swelled for a long time when I first played it.
"Well, one day I will pop it up completely." Angela closed the piano case. Although she couldn't play it completely, she felt better. Rub the sweat on her forehead and take a bath.
After closing the bathroom door and taking off the simple clothes, Angela, who was naked, put water in the bathtub and sprinkled some bubble bath salts at the same time, watching the bubbles become more and more under the impact of the flowing water, "I love bathing, so many bubbles" in Chinese while snoring in the water.
When she turned to get the towel, she couldn't help looking at herself in the mirror for a few more times. It was cute and pretty as before, but it seemed that her were bigger again, oh no, two times, Angela I sighed, and then sighed, so that I will change from a girl to a woman, I really don't want to grow up.
After feeling sorrow, Angela quickly got into the bathtub and soaked in water. In her opinion, it is still a distant thing to become a woman. Let ’s talk about it later. The lower abdomen has been tingling in the past few days. The thing, still take a quick bath, do not have abdominal pain is not good yet cold.

The car stopped around the fountain and stopped at the gate of the big house. The Masons and the wife got off the car separately. The charity dinner tonight was organized by a Jewish foundation. They couldn't quit, so both were dressed up, especially Elena's low-cut The purple evening dress, coupled with her own temperament, earned enough eyes at the reception, which made Jared quite a bit tasteful.
"I personally suggest to be more conservative next time, dear." Jared took a serious expression in his wife's hand.
"But clothes are always worn when you buy them. Don't you have the heart to keep them in the locker? This is cruel." Elena responded with a chuckle.
"It's simple. You can wear it to me in the room." Jared blinked, but he was clearly not referring to the dress.
The wife didn't answer, but just chuckled under his ribs with an elbow. Speaking of it, although she decided to add a little brother or sister to the little one last year, she still hasn't moved her belly or should she continue to work hard?
"You are back," Jennifer greeted in the living room.
Elena nodded. "Kris is asleep?"
"Shouldn't ..." Jennifer hadn't finished speaking yet, and a sharp and miserable scream had been dressed upstairs. Even if the home was soundproof, the three people in the hall could still hear the hysterical scream.
"What happened ?!" Jared hadn't figured it out yet, and the two women had started running upstairs. Whose voice could not be heard!
At the front is Jennifer. The little one grew up watching her. She would not lose her interest in anyone, so she ran into Angela's room first, then opened the bathroom door.
The first thing that hit the eyelid was the reddish water in the bathtub, which made Jennifer jump. She immediately found the little boy leaning on the corner of the wall, holding her hands, her whole body was full of fear, straight Looking straight ahead, as if something terrible had just happened.
However, after looking down, Jennifer immediately understood that Angela's legs continued to have blood-red liquid flowing down her thighs, and then flowed into the bathtub and mixed with hot water and gradually faded.
"Okay, dear, it's okay, it's okay." Jennifer quickly took the towel around her first, then lifted her out of the bathtub, opened the toilet lid and let her sit up, and Angela seemed like Frightened, nothing happened, still at the mercy of Jennifer.
Elena also rushed in at this time carrying a skirt, and after glancing at the bathroom, she also understood what happened, and quickly turned to block her husband out: "Well, Jeddy, you don't want to go in, The little guy is fine. "
"Hey, Mary, you have to show me the kid, what happened?" Jared didn't understand what was going on.
"Well, dear, listen to me, Kris only met for the first time every woman will meet, she will be fine, but you can't go in and see her." Elena said like driving a duck He pushed Jared out the same way, until he was shut out of the door, he still hadn't responded. What happened, why can't he go in?
When Elena entered the bathroom again, Jennifer was comforting her while wiping her body and hair for the little one: "Kriss, it's okay, it's nothing terrible, every woman will have it."
"Well, darling, it's not a big deal." Elena crouched down in front of Angela, stroking the little fellow's face, and it seemed she was still a little shocked.
"Yes ... is it menstruation?" Angela, who kept her eyes open, suddenly asked.
"Well, yes, dear." Elena nodded, and before she spoke, the little girl shouted excitedly again: "How is it possible! How is it possible to have menstruation! How can I be having menstruation!"
"Hey, Kris, calm down!" My mother was busy holding her in her arms and kept calming, "This is normal, my dear, every woman will have menstruation, haven't you read so many books, it's not What will happen to the crisis is that it only occasionally affects life. It is not a big deal. Just pay attention to it. "
"No, mother, it's not like this!" The girl still exclaimed excitedly, "how could I have menstruation! I can't have menstruation, I'm a ..." She said that she suddenly got stuck and couldn't take a word with her mouth open. come out.
"What is it?" Elena asked without understanding.
After Angela's eyes rolled twice, she said in a discouraged way, "It's ... a little girl!"
Mom laughed: "But now it's not. When you first come to menstruation, it means that you are already a big girl. This is the beginning of your maturity. Didn't you always say that you are mature? Now it should be worthy of the name, You have become a woman, no longer a girl, dear, you should be happy. "
"Big girl? Woman? Happy?" Angela wanted to laugh, but it was uglier than crying. She finally groaned and put her head down on her mother's shoulder.
And Elena calmed her, then turned to Jennifer: "Jane, would you please find some sanitary napkins, Kris will use them these days."
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