Celeste's life was fairly normal. She had popular friends, a loving mother, and a crush. She had everything she could want.
At least, she thought she did until a man with beautiful green eyes stepped into her life.
He was an enigma she wanted to s...
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I arrived at school the next day with a limp.
I had spent the entire evening in the hospital, waiting to see the doctor. In the end, mom had to drag one of her colleagues over to check my foot out. Georgia sat with me the entire time, questioning Lazarus's motives.
Mom dropped her home when I was discharged. She pampered me for the rest of the evening, making my favourite food for tea.
It turned out I had a sprained ankle. Nothing major. I could walk on it as long as I had taken my pain medication.
At school, my cheer friends met me in the school car park. They all wore solemn expressions on their faces, each asking me how I was. It was as if I had died or something.
Georgia barged through the crowd a few seconds later after locking her car and slowly dragged me away from them. She linked her arm with mine and guided me to my locker. Every once in a while, I would wince in pain.
To my utter annoyance, I spotted Raegan leaning against her locker, talking to Marianne and Dexter. They appeared to be having a very serious talk. Marianne shot her an irritated look, her jaw clenched, and her pearly white teeth gritted together.
Raegan, on the other hand, appeared triumphant with whatever she said.
Standing opposite each other, I couldn't help but count the similarities between them. They both had luscious long white hair and light blue eyes. Their skin was pale, and they had sharp features. Were they related?
Georgia followed my line of sight and glared at Raegan. She had calmed down, but she was still furious with Raegan. She was just biding her time, waiting for the right opportunity to get her back.
"Do you think they're related?" I asked her, curiously.
She pursed her lips, refusing to look at Raegan. "I think they're last names end in Miller. Either it's a big coincidence or they are related. My money is on related. They look like sisters."
