I'm scared. I have only been in England for two hours and after my father took the jet with me from the only home I've ever known to uproot my life after I drowned my brother Jace. My Father'sfinal words to me were;
'I can't have a murderer in my house.''
And then he left me alone and scared, age seven, to fend for myself. Like yeah, he gave me a debit card with £165 million but I am just a kid after all. I took a cab from the airport and I got a little confused. I was meant to go to Shepherd's Bush but for some reason I thought my father told me I was staying in Selhurst. I arrived a few hours ago and just sat on the sidewalk.
'Young boy, are you okay?' A sweet older woman says and I look up, wiping the tears from my eyes.
'I think I'm lost. I killed my brother last week and now I have moved from my Canadian mansion to here all by my lonesome and I do not know what to do.' I mumble.
The older lady frowns and takes my hand in hers. 'Okay my son, let's find where you are meant to be...'
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Just For The Summer: Book One
RomanceElena Rodriguez is your typical seventeen year old Canadian beautiful poor girl. Her dad is dead and her mom is the cleaner for Canada's richest family; the Antonopoulos'. When Rooben Antonopoulos, the son who was sent to boarding school in England...
