Chapter 3
"Anastasia." The boy says and I raise an eyebrow. On the other side of the wall is a boy. He looks about my age and is quite attractive. (what?! I'm not going to lie :) He has light brown hair and grey eyes that remind me of the sky at home. He's about an inch taller than me and an incredible jaw line. Like Damn. (Tara used to face-palm at how easily I'd fall for a guy's look. And I would always defend myself by saying "There's something attractive about everyone" and we'd both end up on the floor crying of laughter. God, I miss her...)
He says my name again and my thoughts of home are whisked away.
"Yes?"
"Ah, good to see know that you aren't mentally challenged" he says with a smirk
"Yes, I'm sorry I'm unlike you." I respond and... shit. He can kill me can't he? Oh god. Me and my loose tongue always getting into horrid situations.
He smiles.
"you're much more like me than you think. By the way, the name's Stefan." he says and I notice that he has a faint accent. I can't pinpoint where it's from but it's definitely not like the ones in north or south Aurora. (I'm from northern) And he definitely doesn't sound like one of the men who sell at the Mortem Bazaar.
"I suppose that is good," He continues.
"Why would that be good?" I say noticing that he doesn't mind my sarcasm.
"Well, we are going to have to survive together for the next few years." He says in a "obviously" tone.
"What on earth are you talking about?!" I am beyond confused. He seems to know exactly what's going on and I've obviously been left in the dark.
"We're roommates for the next five years." He says with a small smile.
"While we're here at the war camp?"
"I'm surprised you didn't know. Yes, we've been assigned to work together. And since that's happening they've decided that we'll be living together too." he says wiggling his eyebrows with a smirk.
We're PRISONERS OF WAR! how is he joking about this. I reach out and smack him over the head.
"First rule of working together. I don't deal with idiots." I say and he rubs the back of his head, pouting.
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РазноеBefore the war Anastasia was an average sixteen year old girl. She was anything but normal until war was declared on Aurora-her country. Anyone sixteen and over were asked to enlist. Her family was well off so she was able to stay in school, but man...
