" They're words. They mean whatever you interpret."
Elara Valenti, a seventeen year old girl just trying to get by. Well, get by killing, fighting, arrests and abuse.
Elara was taken at the mere age of two from her family, the Valenti's.
Or, the It...
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It was actually a decent room. It was a dark vibe inside and I loved it. There were modern lights on the ceiling, a bed with a gray bedding and a fluffy blanket in the middle. To the side of the door was a round marble black table and it was just my type of room all around.
The bathroom and walk in closet were both modern and both didn't fail to disappoint.
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(Bedroom, Bathroom and Walk in closet)
I gazed around the room, still with my emotionless face on. "What do you think?" Alessandro asked, slightly fiddling with the hem of his sweatshirt sleeve.
