After years of suffering under an abusive family, sixteen year old Aven finally escapes to the safety of her grandparents' remote home, far from the horrors of her past. In the peaceful town, she begins to rebuild her life, finding solace in new fri...
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Hello dude magnets... Get it cause your chicks.. ANYWAY. I know the house and the layout don't exactly match up but I wanted to give the readers who need a visual something to go off of.
School was finally over. My first day went way better than I thought it would. I've talked to more people today than I have in the last three years. Progress, right?
I text Kristina a few minutes before class let out, asking her to meet us at my locker. "Hey besties, so what's the plan?" Kristina asks as she strolls up to us, her black hair glinting in the afternoon sun.
"How late is everyone staying? I don't want to get home too late," I said, fully prepared to sound like the resident party pooper. I wasn't about to miss my weekly show with Grandpa.
"I have to be home by 9:30," Kristina said with a pout, clearly bummed about leaving early. "Okay, well, I can stay as long as I want," Nora chimed in, pulling out her phone. "I'll just bring Madison and Jessi with me when we leave."
"Sounds good to me,"Kristina said, shrugging. We say our goodbyes, and Kristina and I head to her car. "Thanks for taking me," I said as I slide into the sleek leather seat of her Tesla. "It's a school night, and I've got to be home in time for the vampire chicks. My grandpa's hooked on it now, so we watch it together every week."
"No way! You watch TVC? Okay, be honest, Damion or Steven?" Kristina asks, her eyes lighting up like she just found a long-lost twin. "Obviously Damion," I said in my most duh tone. Like, who isn't Team Damion?
"YES! The things I would let him do to me..." Kristina sighs dreamily, clutching an imaginary pearl necklace. I couldn't help but laugh at her. "Same. Honestly, same."
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We pulled up to Grayson's house, and I swear my jaw hit the floor. Their place looked like something out of a luxury home magazine. How much does YouTube even pay?
Kristina mentioned that the twins live alone bu but didn't go into detail. I didn't press the subject though, not her story to tell.
Sliding out of the car, I followed Kristina up the wide steps to the front door. When we stepped inside, the first thing I noticed was how open and modern everything felt. The living room stretched out in front of us, with sleek furniture and a stone fireplace. A small closet stood by the door, neatly organized for coats and shoes.
Kristina gave me a quick tour as we walked through the house. "Okay, down this hall to the right are two bedrooms-guest room on the left, Ethan's room on the right- and the bathroom's in the middle," She said, pointing things out as we went.
We circled back to the living room, and from there, I could see the kitchen and part of the dining room. "Through the kitchen, there's another hallway," Kristina explains. "That's where the laundry room is, plus the door to the garage, the basement stairs, and Grayson's room. I'll show you the basement later, but first, let's head outside."
