America Singer had a twin, her name was Lilith Singer. She was hated by everyone but her eldest sibling, her brother, Kota Singer. When He moved out she moved out with him, as he convinced his parents it would be for the best. Little did everyone k...
I have been in this world for Five years. I know that my mother and father don't like how ambitious I am. I am an artist, I sculpt, I whittle little wooden statues and toys, I also paint portraits. I learned most of this from my first life. My dad was a wood sculptor, and my mother was a painter. I learned how to sculpt out of clay from my older brother Kota. I know what the books described him as but I don't think it was accurately described. Magna and Shalom Singer were horrible to me, they never laid a finger on me but it was purely verbal, but since I never saw them as parental figures I didn't care, I was a 22 year old woman in the body of a five year old.
"Lily, how are you doing"
"I am doing good, my statue is finished, I am going to go deliver it To Mr Smith, The three that ordered it for his wife, I think its for their anniversary."
"Congrats I will go with you,"
"Thanks Kota"
"Lets go"
"Hello is Mr Smith here, I have a delivery for him,"
"Of course I will go get him now" The lady who answered the door
"Hello Miss Singer, is it finished?"
"Yes it is some of my best work, at least I think"
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We opened the box and let him see "This is amazing, I think I will give you an extra 100 Dollars"
"Thank you Mister Smith"
"Here you go little one"
After we left I asked Kota what we should do
"We should only give our parents the forty buck that they know about and we save the other 100, and save for the time when we can move out"
"That's
'100 a good Idea here you hold this 100 and I will hold onto the forty dollars. They won't check your room since it was me who made the statue."
