Everything, everything Amara had was now gone thanks to a fire. She went from an upcoming and coming daughter of the chief to no one.
She sat in the hospital chair, rocking back and forth, hoping her parents would survive such a crisis. Amara was fine, not hurt at all whatsoever because she was a sleepover.
What would the news reporters say about this, headline: Amara Cleanings Has Lost Her Parents, What's Next For Her? She didn't know but, she didn't want to be everywhere anymore.
She wanted to be a normal girl with a normal family so this tragedy wasn't to be shared with the whole world. It was more personal than anything. But no, the world is always going to be up here ass about everything.
The doctors walked in, calling Amara's name. Amara turned her attention to the man dressed in white.
"Please follow me, Amara." He said as he turned around. Amara hesitantly followed, tears stained her red face. Finally they reached a room, a room that spelled out on the door: Corpses.
"We are very sorry for your loss, Ms. Cleanings. But this here," he gestured to the lady sitting down in the hallway. "Is your mothers cousin, she will be taking you in." He informed her.
Amara only nodded as the lady stood up and faced towards Amara. "Hello my dear, my name is Lucy." Amara looked up at her mothers cousin.
She looked a little bit like her mother, they shared a few features. "Why Don't We head back to your place so you can pack up before we head to the airport?" (Pun not intended.)
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A Why Don't We Life
Fanfiction(THIS IS CALLED FICTION FOR A REASON, THEREFORE, ANYTHING THAT IS NOT ACCURATE OR REAL JUST GO WITH IT!!!!) The why Don't We boys, as they call themselves. These brothers are very close. They like to think nothing can come in between them, such...
