Lahat ng Kabanata ng Pretty Little Fears ||ON HOLD||: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Two pairs of Jade eyes under overly long chestnut hair, Lake and Storm observed their mother who hadn't stopped pacing and making hand gestures while murmuring to herself. Her hair,  same shade with her sons,  bristled against her shoulders and the folds of her full A line dress danced about her ankles.A small explosion had occured but luckily, everyone wasn't at home. Why would anybody want to attack the Richards? They were sure it was a threat because of the little note found atop the ashes of their house and that was what really scared Mrs. Richards.She had specifically stayed under the radar and away from the spotlight when her husband had passed away leaving her with two sons and a daughter but now it seemed she was being pulled back into that same spotlight she was trying to escape."Mom,  please calm down." Strom's rush baritone voice rang out in an effort to calm his mother but he knew it was usele

They winced along with each stroke of the brushes that ran through their tangled mane as Sara Richards and Celia combed as gently as they could. "Oh, it isn't that bad," Sara persuaded trying to reach for Lake's darker shade of chestnut hair when he swatted her hand away. "Just a few more strokes and you're all good to go." "I think that's enough or we'll be late," Storm reminded before hauling himself into a standing position and checked the screen of his phone. Celia hands reached upwards, standing on the tip of her toes to run the tip of her fingers through the thick strands,  "oh, I'm so proud of you two. Looking so gorgeous on your first day." Lake eyed his sister's reflection before rising to his feet and stretching his arms out,  "who

She shifted in her seat when those jade orbs continued to bore a hole into the side of her head."What do you want?"He didn't respond but only scooted closer then placed his hands under his chin.

Lake didn't expect to win but yes, he won this bet and he would rub it in Storm's face till he got agitated. "It's fine okay," Storm blurted and waved his hands over his head. "You won. Happy?" Lake rose and did their infamous chicken dance. "Nah, I'm not happy. I'm freaking proud of myself." Storm lowered his head and muttered, "yeah, don't get too comfortable." They had placed a bet on which house their mother would pick for them to live in. Storm had gone for a beach house while Lake had gone for a house not too big and not too small but comfortable and right in the middle of town. Storm, being overconfident of the two, had been convinced his choice was the best but alas Sara Richards went for Lake's pick. "Okay my beauties," Celia clapped twice and ambled into the room clad in her usual morning attire; an oversized cotton tee and short shorts.&nbs

"Okay, I think we all know why we're here." Mr. Albert pushed his thick-rimmed glasses up his thin nose and crossed his ankles. "I want no talking, gossiping,  littering, and most importantly,  don't try to take your phones."Not too long after his instructions were given,  he nodded off, snoring heavily. The class consisted of eight students in total. They were to be here till late evening.