Snowfall's Story (OLD)

Snowfall's Story (OLD)

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Snowfall is a Royal, but doesn't exactly fit in because she has no friends. Yeah, sure the waiters were nice and the guards too, but she wanted a normal friend who wouldn't run away in fear or bow to her every second.
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Snow Richards is a shy seventeen year old girl. She's always kind of blended into the background, though she's never had a problem with that. Her life has been the opposite of easy in every way and she didn't need to bring attention to that. She hated it when other people pitied her and looked down on her. It was just better not to be looked at. Her mother died in a car accident when she was ten, leaving her father to care for both her and her younger brother Rain, who was seven years younger than her. Only a year ago she had found out her father had cancer, watching as it slowly killed her father right in front of her eyes. To top it off, she was picked on in school all the time. The name Snow was never a popular one. Since her mother died, Snow had become the mother of the family. She cared for her father when he was sick and practically raised her brother. Now she needed a job to keep them afloat, medical bills suffocating them. Finally she finds one as a maid/cook for a wealthy family: the Johnson's. Snow just wanted a job, but she was surprised by their caring son Ryan and how sweet he was to her. The whole family practically took her in. She doesn't want them to get too close though; she wouldn't pull them into her pain. Her burdens were her own. But when they keep trying to edge their way in, how will she handle it? How much more could she carry before she finally shattered like glass?

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