What would you do when your past keeps haunting you?
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"Gramps... GranGran... I know this is selfish of me... but please give me the permission to move out once the school year ends!" I said to my reflection.
I wonder if it's too straightforward. What if they get surprised if I say it that way? Grandma has a poor heart so I don't want her to be shocked of what I'm going to say.
It's been a while already since I've been rehearsing in the bathroom. I keep adding, changing and taking out words, trying to find out the right ones that will convince them. Moving out is clearly out of the question. They have always been protective of me - it will be hard to get their permission, but I have to convince them no matter what.
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*This is my first story ever so if my English is bad, I'm really sorry
*I'm researching on a lot of things to make the story credible, but if something doesn't make sense, I apologize in advance and I'll do better in my research.
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Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.