-Alina-
"You know it's about time for me to go get my things that are still at... Home." I say.
"Want me to walk you there?"
"No, it's fine. I'll be back in about an hour okay?"
Finn nods his head.
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When I get to my old house, it looks so.... creepy. I open the door and the smell of my moms old perfume still lingers around. I die a little inside.
I head upstairs and into my old room. Nothing was there except for some drawers and a couple of paint buckets.
Once I get my things, I lay on the floor. My bed would still be here, with my purple curtains, and wouldn't look so vacant. But now since they're gone, it's not the same.
I remember the times when Larissa used to come barging into my room to sleep with me because she thought she had a monster under her bead. And when she had terrible nightmares.
I walk into Larissa's room. There I imagine her playhouse and her little baby crib, from when she was only about a year old. I remember how she used to beg me to play Dolls with her.
Then I walk down the stairs. Remembering the Christmas decorations, and how it felt so cozy that time of year.
Last but not least, my moms room. All the way at the bottom. That room, filled with my moms perfume, made me fall to the floor.
I curl up and close my eyes.
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Pills and Potions
Romance-why was he so attractive -I'm must be going crazy -I don't think he's good for me (Was titled Motionless) -Alina Marin -Finn Reid (tbh this story is cringe worthy but read it out bc the second book is coming soon and it is sooo much better)
