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Pablo scowled. "Don't worry, she's not. It's not like I'm hiding my past anyway. Neither am I ashamed of it. I was young and did stupid sh*t, but hey, we're all guilty of that." I shrugged. "Foster homes weren't really my thing, so I tried to ditch them. I did some crazy things. One time, I acted like I was possessed by a demon so one of the foster parents who were very superstitious would return me.” I grinned.

I cannot believe the body that was lying lifelessly on the bed is the one that is so active right now. " I love you all " " We love you too " the three of us chorused and we all group hugged. The last straw was pulled when we thought we lost Tracy but miraculously she came back to us and that is a prove that hope and miracle do exists !. THE END Thank you for reading my best friend's brother !!!.

“You’re good at this, princess. Maybe you should be my life coach.” She giggled. “Maybe! But you’d have to pay me in ice cream.” “Deal.” We kept talking… about her favorite TV shows, the book she was reading, and how she was trying to convince me to let her adopt a puppy. After a while, she yawned. “Getting tired already?” I asked softly. “Nope, I’m just no longer bored, so I think I should release you now. You can get back to what you were doing.” She let out while I smiled.

"Don't call the police. Don't fight. It's all a misunderstanding." Willa smiled as she tried to calm him down. She then walked over to me and gave me a look. "Ryan, what are you doing here? Come on in. You're just in time. You're lucky enough to catch our family gathering." I frowned in confusion. Before I could even ask what was going on, her boyfriend, Sebastian Judd, leaned against the doorframe and spoke in a mocking tone. "Willa, is your childhood friend really that persuasive?" Willa paused, turned around, and winked at him.

"But didn't Mrs. Thompson just say she's a fake? How could she possibly have something that important?" My three younger stepbrothers immediately stepped in front of Rosie, anger blazing in their eyes. "What exactly are you trying to do? Not only are you impersonating our sister, you even hit our mom!" I raised an eyebrow at them. It had only been five years—had they really forgotten what I was capable of? I was just about to give each of them a slap when the unfamiliar girl, Camellia Thompson, suddenly stepped forward. Like a hen shielding her chicks, she pulled my three stepbrothers behind her. Frowning, she spoke with clear displeasure, "Why are you impersonating me? And judging by your a

made my throat close up. "I will come by tomorrow," I promised. "Good. The children miss you. And you need to stop hiding." She hung up before I could argue. {Day Three:} I went to the church. The kids were doing arts and crafts. Leo had glitter in his hair and paint on his face. Maria was making a card for her foster mom. They were loud and messy and completely unaware that the world could be this complicated. I envied them. "You look terrible," Sister Margaret said, handing me a juice box like I was one of the kids.

he stammered, desperate, "the house is haunted. That's why you want out, right? I'll burn the bear tonight. We'll go home. Please." He looked at me with begging eyes. The Don turned to me. "Do you accept?" I shook my head. "No." Sal's forehead beaded with sweat. "Cara, I was wrong not to listen. Let's stop this. Please?" He was crumbling. I stayed silent, stone-faced. "Play the second video in that folder," Marco requested. The screen changed. Now Sal was dancing with the bear in his arms, spinning it in circles. He dropped to one knee, offering a bouquet of white lilies.

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There was no sight of him and my eyes went to a certain blue eyed boy. “I don't even know who he is?” I grumbled, and let out a sigh. This was the first time I had seen someone like that. Why was today looking like a very terrible day? Tears pulled up in my eyes again. It wasn't because of Kenna or those pictures. The person who hurt me the most was Leon Caster. He was my childhood friend and we promised to stick together. "I hate you, Leon," I whispered, my voice cracking. "I really hate you.” Wiping my tears, I heard the sound of the doors opening.

she advise her. "No please lemme talk,I will tell you all everything, please don't just send me back to him" she begged. "Then let the cat out of the bag!" Aunty Hauwa muttered in an annoyed tone. Flask black Tracy came out from the club feeling so tired to even walk. Normally, her friends do give her ride but she had to leave early coz she had test the following day,she wave at her friends and left the club.