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Escudriño su rostro a hurtadillas. Con los labios rosados, el pelo rubio, los ojos grandes y la piel tan clara, no parece otra cosa que una muñequita de porcelana. Pienso por enésima vez en lo preciosa que es; allí, aferrando el libro de Oscar Wilde como si le fuera la vida en ello, sosteniéndome la mirada. Sonrío con tristeza. Una pena que esté condenada. Y yo también.

My name, Crystal Evans. Age 17. I live in Los Angeles, California. I go to school. A normal girl for who does not know my story. My story starts with a boy that supposedly died, Aiden Johnson, who make my world turn upside down in many ways as romantically as mysteriously and I like mysteries and some romance so why not get away with it. The problem is that Aiden is bewitch and his sister is crazy. Please help me to survive to my own history, it gets a little creepy sometimes and magical in others. But I know you will like it. But just remember: a world can be hidden in a crystal. Translation of Gritos de Cristal. Made by myself. This story can have extra content that doesn't appear in the original story. You know... Ideas can run everyday they want. Also it has a different style, because I'm writing it in my computer and not in my phone as the original. I do not accept copies or adaptations. Be original.