Etho's life was theater, he loved it, he needed it. To him, theater was home, whether he got major or minor roles, though it was mostly minor roles. Then, like any good twist in a play, everything changed when he threw out his prided work onto the street, discarding it like it was trash.
Art does not belong to me, it resides in the hands of the talented jnitial on Pintrest
Original is by SunniesStories on Wattpad. If you are on anything else you are reading stolen work.
You have been planning murder since you got sent to your foster parents they were horrible people and only your neighbor kept you sane while you were there but he moved away years ago and is presumed to be dead.
I don't own any pictures they belong to their rightful owners.