When she woke up, something changed.
The throbbing pain in her head was enough make her pass out again, her stomach tingled in fright—her heart, pounding in rage.
Raven could tell she was on a bed. She laid there quietly, keeping her eyes closed, matching her breaths to the beeping of the machines tha
*Twenty minutes after Tessa’s death*Raven was stuck in bed—tears streaming down her cheeks. It happened right next to her, she’d witnessed her sister’s gruesome death.She still couldn’t believe Tessa was a murderer.
****Raven’s pov****It's Monday morning again, I hate going to school; seeing girls who are obsessed with fashion, boys who flirt with the popular girls and there's m
'Speak of the devil', Katie murmured.And the devil appearedChloe was right in front of us with her minions next to her. She was wearing a short pink skirt, with a white arm less top and a jacket which Betty was holding for her. She is the most popular girl in school and she wears the latest clothes because her father is extremely rich. As much as I hate to admit it, she's really bea
It was finally Saturday.Zayn is coming over today, I'm super nervous because he just called me a few minutes ago and I haven't even found any good cloth to wear. I checked my wardrobe and finally wore a red top with blue pants.''Princess, go get the door!" Mum yelled from her room.
Chloe's pov''How could you be so cruel?!” Zayn yelled, his hand, rubbing his temple.''Why do you care? It's none of your business!” I snapped angrily, it was my fight alone.
It was finally Thursday, and for the first time ever. I was in a rush to get to school.Zayn's test was starting very soon.What if he fails and then he stops being friends with me? Or what if he forgets everything I taught him?
It was finally Halloween day, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off my dress.Kate called me some minutes ago and told me she was coming over in the evening to do my makeup, I really do not like putting much makeup on my face, but I didn't have a choice.*
Katie and Ientered the hallway, all eyes were on us—mostly on me.They had these faces which was obviously asking, ''who is she? ''We walked into the English class, and Mr. Snape asked if I was new.