She's been staying at my house.
My mom wouldn't mind, she's never home.
My dad, he died a year ago from a car accident.
That's the reason of my mom never being home, she's a workaholic.
"H-hey.. I-I'm a-a little c-c-cold" Alyssa said stuttering.
I nodded leaving the living room to my room to get her a blanket.
I came back and she's looking at one of our picture frames; me, my mom, my dad, and my sister.
I cleared my throat. She jumped up dropping the frame, the glass shattered everywhere.
"I O-oh my g-god, I-I'm so sorry, I-I-" I waved my hand telling her to be quiet. she became quiet, but then she started to shake violently and it concerned me.
"Alyssa?" I dropped the blanket and ran to her and she started crying.
She clung to me tightly, her nails digging into my skin.
"My brother" she said gasping between the two words.
"What about him?" The moment she answered I regretted asking.
"She killed him."
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The girl with pink hair *old version*
Teen FictionShe always sat in the back of the class with her head in a book. He had always noticed her, she never noticed him, until one day. Until one day that he saved her , and sees her for who she truly is. She is, The girl with pink hair.
