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I woke up to the sun burning my pale skin. I groaned and threw the covers off me. I got up and walked to the bathroom the cold floor hitting my feet. I looked up into the mirror to see bags underneath my eyes.

I splashed water on my face before letting out a deep sigh. I turned to the shower and turned it on and put more cold water than hot.a grabbed my towel of the door and laser it on the sink in front of the shower.

As I got in the cold water hit my skin and I tilted my head back.


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I put on a hoodie and jeans with eyeliner and lip balm. I grabbed my wand and headed downstairs for breakfast. "Hey how you doing." Mum asked me as soon as I got downstairs. "Fine." I said plainly why do people keep asking how I am?

I grabbed some toast and put it into the toaster and made coffee. I realised my back was hurting a lot so I decided to get some rub to put in my back. I walked over to the island in the middle of the kitchen and ate me toast.

I heard Noah come down the stairs. "Hey you alright?" He asked while getting a bowl. I groaned and slumped my head on the table. "Why do people keep asking me if I'm fine?" I said putting my hand on my face.

"I don't know I was just asking how my sister was." Noah sighed while pouring milk into his bowl. I put my plate into the dishwasher and grabbed my coffee and left to go upstairs. While going upstairs I saw Mattheo speaking to someone I heard them but couldn't catch their face.

"Father will know I can't do that." He said getting angry at the weird man. "Then forget it the deal is off." The mad said turning around i quickly hid behind a wall and my breathing became uneven. My eyes felt like how it did on the train with Theo.

As soon as the man was I gone I walked into my room and grabbed a not. What deal? Should I find out? Do I want to know..? I wrote and stuck it under my table so nobody can see it.

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