Chapter 1

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People have made me do things i shouldn't have to do, and now i'm wearing heals with a boyfriend made of Gold. The feeling of all of this has cause a fire inside, even if i'm so cold. With the world in my hands i can do anything i want to do, be anything i want to be, and even fall down the stairs.

Crash, Bang!

I pick up my heels and keep walking only noticing a few people are looking. I take a deep breath. Even being the lost twin sister of Melissa, doesn't make me perfect. Melissa is the Lords daughter. She died many ears ago, and it was a surprise to everyone that the DNA from the body lead to me, but it was her. I'm still trying to get over the fact that everyone knows me. But i have my duties. I have to visit her grave every Sunday before five to see the sun rise over her grave, i'm also expected to cry for a girl i never met.

I'm told by the Lords 'people' i look the world like her, but in actual fact it the surgery. The lord was not pleased that i looked to much 'not' like her that he made me visit surgeons for 3 weeks every Tuesday and Thursday to act and look like her. It was a big pain in the ass.

Felix, my apposed fiancé, helps me up and i keep walking. My dress ranges from different colours. White material with wide holes in it runs from just under my arms to my mole just above my wrist. My dress is a turquoise colour and it has a littler turquoise massive bow on the back. Felix's eyes glow a dark blue when i look in them. He pulls me outside to the back where the dumpsters live.

'What are you doing?' His abrupt tone wakes me from my trance. 'You are going to get yourself killed.' He says. 

'I know!' Deep breath. 'I know..'

'Well act your age!' He pushes past me and walks towards the metal doors. 'Wait!' I say. 'We need to at least act happy in front of... them.' I motion towards the door. He moves closer. 'I know.' He says with his white airy breath touching my nose. He lens in for a kiss when the doors open.

'I'm so sorry to interrupt-' Says the man in a waist coat.

'No no. We weren't doing anything.' Says Felix. 'Whats the latest?'

'It's the Lord. He want to speak with Stacey.' The words send a shiver down my spine. He hasn't said a word to me since the last day of therapy, in the crisp... white... room.


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