I didn't like the look on her face when she found the old cottage earlier. She looked terrified to had just realized this was right behind her house. I knew she was scared of me, maybe even somewhat intrigued, but still scared.
She was beautiful though, and i'll never get to have that,. Hell i didn't even have a home. If it wasn't for Mr. Berkley i wouldn't even have food. He let me work a few times a week in his yard or stocking stuff in the basement of his store for a hundred bucks a week and i was grateful because without him i would've starved a long time ago.
Yesterday was Avery's first day at school and i overheard Jessie telling her what everyone thought had happened. The shock on her face was no different then everyone else hearing my bullshit life story for the first time. When i discovered i had art with her Mrs. Daylani had told us to put on paper our version of true beauty, i had drew her face. She was my definition of pure beauty and i didn't think that was going to change any time soon. She was too beautiful, too pure.
So here i was standing in the back yard like some pervert looking up at her window. My old room actually, i loved that room. The older i got my parents had let me add space. My father called the contractor and got it done. I miss my parents, i miss the illusion of family, and i miss the feeling of being loved, but that's what happens when you get born into politics.
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Teen FictionAvery Peters just moved to Stone Valley. A small town in North Carolina after her parents get a divorce. Angry that she has had to pick up and move she is not very friendly to the towns people. Avery and her mom move into a house on the edge of th...
