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Stephanie's POV
The car ride back to the Hartley's house is deadly silent. There is no music or radio house talking through the vehicle's speaker. This just leaves me with my thoughts to occupy myself.
I am over two thousand miles away from home, I have to share a bedroom with a girl who absolutely hates me, and I have to go to school with a bunch of broke losers.
This day could not possibly get worse!
A feel something poke at my arm, forcing me to shift closer towards the car door. My gaze breaks away from the community of houses to turn and look at the younger sister—What was her name again? Ever? Ellen? Amanda? Whatever, I don't care enough to learn.
"What?" I hiss out.
The young girl eyes by body with worry swirling in her eyes, "You're really skinny." She comments bluntly.
I smile pettily at her observation.
My tone is drier than I anticipated, "Thanks."
She goes to poke my arm again only to stop when I smack her hand away from me. I do not hit her hard enough to hurt her, just hard enough for her to get the message. The young girl, getting the message, retracts her hand.
"So, do you, like, eat or anything?" She sudden asks.
The older sister, who sits on the other side of the girl, laughs at her sister's bold question. I roll my eyes at both of the girls.
Seriously, what is wrong with this family?
I glare at her, "That's none of your business."
"Okay," She accepts the answer. "Is that your real hair color?" She asks next.
What is wrong with this girl?!
"Who cares." My tone holds heavy boredom.
"Are your freckles real or fake?"
"Fake," I lie.
"How did you get them?"
"I ripped them off of someone else's face and put them on my own." My voice holds heavy sarcasm.
The younger sister's eyes widen with equal parts horror and amusement, "Really?!" She gasps.
"Obviously not." I scoff and turn to face the car window again.
"Oh," She sounds borderline upset. "Is that your real eye color or are you wearing contacts?"
"None of your business!"
The younger sister goes to ask me another question, but instead of her voice I hear a different voice this time around. This voice is less high-pitched and more raspier. I recognize this voice as belonging to the older sister.
"She's thirteen, you could at least pretend to be nice to her."
My head snaps to face the older sister, whatever her name may be. I meet her frustrated glare with an annoyed one.
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The Virginia Threat
RomanceStephanie Swanson is a spoiled, rich girl who always gets what she wants. Wanting to teach her responsibility, her parents send her away to live in Virginia for her senior year of high school. At first glance, Stephanie finds the family to be nice...
