☽༌⋆༌⋆༌⋆༌⋆༌⋆ 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫
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₊ ˚ ✩ ｡˚ ˚☽ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛. . . ₊ ˚ ✩
her parents moved her half-way across
the world to forget the karate bullshit
in the past, however meeting a boy wit...
"𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔,𝐕𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄?" was a question Zahria Marshall heard most often, especially now sitting in a dim lit room which had such bland interiors, the only source of extravagance being the forest painted mural behind her. the couch the girl was sitting on was old, ancient looking and scratchy under the short skirt the girl was wearing. on either side of her was one of her parent figures, both with stern and pinched looks on their faces whilst listening in on the conversation.
