i was the lost j e w e l .
it was no secret that getting to the top required two elements— a particular green paper with the stamp of abraham lincoln etched onto it or something what i liked to call—'a precocious sensuality'. while i refused to indulge in the latter, i was endowed with a loaded family.
foster family, but this was a place where no one bothered with hierarchy.
i wasn't going to lie, here. the probability of me getting the role was high, with sheila bagging the second priority. but that didn't mean that i had to rejoice somebody else's death.
but, i was the lost j e w e l .
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unbridled [completed]
Short Storyu n b r i d l e d : ʌnˈbrʌɪd(ə)ld/ adjective uncontrolled ; unrestrained [ lowercase intended I completed I short story I thriller ] ©smokestung