My name is Ava
I hide secrets that could flip my world upside down, Literally.
no one knows.
and I'd like to keep it that way.
that is a promise, i made and i will never break.
Struggling to stay sane, calm, and blank when I'm bound to live with my...
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Chapter Five Ava
"School? With them?!" I asked incredulously as i pointed at the twins, sure i sound like a brat but going to school with them? Seriously?. The thought alone gave me exhaustion, they're nineteen so the dumbasses probably failed a grade.
"We're here you know" Arthur huffed while crossing his arms.
"I know, im not blind you know"i rolled my eyes as i turned again to look at my fa-Vincent, to find him watching in amusement as he laid his shoulders calmly on his chair.
I put my hand on my forehead, this isn't right. I shouldn't be acting with them like families do. I sat down in my chair and automatically my cold stare appeared.
"whatever" i shrugged.
"Is that so?" Mason said eyeing me as if studying me- which i doubt he isn't.
I looked at up at him, staring him in the eye seeing nothing. I raised a brow "yes" i said coldly.
He nodded we had a small staring fit- which i refused to lose. After a few minutes of a thick tension he finally averted his eyes.
"Woah did Mason just lose a staring match" Leonardo whispered but everyone seemed to hear it causing Mason to send him a small glare, enough to make him cower in fear.
"Excuse me" i stood up and started heading towards the stairs.
"You didn't finish your food yet" i heard someone call out.
"I'm not hungry" i called back not caring if they heard me or not.
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It was days later of constant ignoring, arguing, and throwing knives everywhere that i decided to go out. More like sneak out.
I had just woken from another nightmare full of sweating and scratching skin, for the last year i have noticed i started scratching my skin when im having a nightmare. Eh can't really do anything. Gotta live with it.
I sat up even straighter in my bed-if that's even possible, i wiped the left side of my face, getting rid of the drips of sweat that ran from the start of my forehead till the end of my eyebrow, right on my scar.
Oh, I didn't mention it? Yeah i have a small scar starting at the end of my eyebrow and ending right above my cheek bone.
I got it from one of my knives- which are very dangerous by the way. I was training with Elijah and he accidentally cut me, he eventually made it up to me by buying me ice cream so we're good.
I cover it with foundation or concealer most of the time so i doubt anyone noticed it.
The last few days have been surely interesting, they'd try to get to know me but i end up either ignoring them or losing my temper. I've been hearing Arthur complain alot since i came and seriously I don't give two flying shits but I can't help the small tug i feel in my heart when i hear them.
