The breaking ice
ARIANNA'S POV
In my living room, I'm washing off yoghurt from my refrigerator and Valerie is munching on a sandwich like an orphan I just found ditched somewhere, she looked like she escaped from her kidnapper,her body dirty and dusty, her hair rough, every part of her body was concerning, I give a huge sign as I put my fringe parts back,
Are you done " she asked gulping down a glass of water,
"no " I said grabbing the trash and heading to the backyard, the information Valerie gives me in the garage filling my head, I just lost my mom and now this, should I even call her my mom, " I said to myself reminiscing over the pictures of my real parents owning the Frost island, my real identity, the
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