"Natasha, what are you doing here?" he asked in a calm sort of voice, which scared me more than his yelling ever would.
"Uh, I-I'm just looking for the b-bathroom." I stammered, fiddling with my fingers. He made me insanely nervous. He took a long drag and pointed to the left, which was the direction I was heading. "Down the hall, take a right, and it's the third door on your left," he said. I nodded and quickly walked away. I hate psychopaths...
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Natasha Dragonmir was only 12 years old when her parents were killed. Now, she's 16 and living in an orphanage with her 11 year old brother, David. When the orphanage is burned down in a mysterious fire, she and David escape, along with a friend. Then, they met Stella, an American. When a terrible villain arises, will Natasha be able to save everyone she loves, or will a sacrifice have to be made?
And if you don't like mistakes, there's probably gonna be a few because this is my first story on here.
NOW COMPLETE.