As I'm looking out the window I start seeing less apartment buildings and more actual homes. Every now and then there is a càfe or a designer clothing store. Then it hits me, we'll be living in a real house for once, not our old two room apartment in California. The taxi stops outside a huge house that looks like a machine, "this isn't our home" I ask my dad. "Yes it is" is what I get back.
As we walk up to the house it keeps getting better and better. The whole front lawn looks like its been professionally landscaped, the out side isn't shingles its modern brick(like the thin brownish ones), the door is hand crafted, and its so big it looks like it needs servants.
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Blood Stained
Mystery / ThrillerThis is a gripping read about a girl named Tess who just moved from California to Paris with her dad after her mom was kilt by a serial killer. Tess has no idea why they moved, but she can tell this is no joy ride.
