Chapter 3 (3rd person)
The house, though small looking on the outside, was actually rather nice. It was a one bedroom house with some bits and pieces of furniture in it already. The dining room had this amazing table made out of redwood, and it went perfectly with the rest of the house, which had that feeling of old fashioned but yet well maintained. The whole house was slightly dark, but not in a gloomy or haunting way, in fact, this was basically the house she's always wanted, and now she even have a chance to get into the Los Angeles Recording School. It had been her dream to go there since the sixth grade, and it's a dream she's never stopped chasing. All in all the house was pretty standard, and just right for her needs. Little did Destiny know, someone had watched her the whole time, concealed in the shadows.
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'Heh, this is what he sent me after' I thought to myself as I watched the girl in the over large hoodie. She seemed to have something in her ears, most likely earbuds. 'Man must be losing it if he thinks she's a threat to him. Still if he says it's important, it's important. Guess I'll just have to wait and see what the deal is with miss earbuds.
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Terrora young girl, a boy, and the terrifying story shared between them Meet Destiny Tomas, an orphan from a small town in Ohio that moves to California. Whilst there, she bumps into Dylan Pale and starts a friendship that may become something more. They...
