What if Sang has two siblings instead of one? A set of twins a brother and a sister. What if they're a part of the Academy? What happens when tragedy strikes their small family? Can they get Sang out in time to made a life for themselves?
What will...
Breathe...in...out...in... Slow your heart. Push the breath out. Concentrate.
It's been three hours since they've brought me inside. Now I'm in a huge room they called mine. My mind can't accept the concept. Why do I have a room here? One bigger than the top floor of our old house with its own living room, bathroom and closet attached the the area the bed is in. Everything looks so extravagant and expensive I'm afraid to touch anything. The room is filled with gold accents, white and gray with spots of red. Chandeliers hang from the tall decorated ceilings.
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I've looked through everything in the room trying to find any answers as to why they've taken me. Who are they? What do they want with me?
I'm startled as part of the wall opens. Scrambling to the side of the bed, I climb to the floor to hide edging slightly under the bed. I've almost made it completely under the bed, when a small round face appears around the foot of the bed.
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"Whatcha doin' down there?" Her sweet voice asks as she lays on the floor beside me.
Clearing my throat I decide to be honest. "Well I was a little scared so I was going to hide."
"I scared you?" The horrified look pulls an unexpected giggle from me.
"Silly isn't it?" I murmur as she joins me in laughing. "My name is Sang. What's yours?"
"Sasha. I live here."
Slowly sitting up we rest against the side of the bed still sitting on the floor. I listen carefully as she talks about everyone who lives here. Apparently the entire family has lived here with her great grandpa, his brother, their kids and their grandkids. She was supposed to be in the kids den with the others but she wanted to meet me. She asks me why I am here and if I am in trouble? while digging in her tiny pockets.
