The Last Daughter

The Last Daughter

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I always knew I was different, I mean no one could have the bad luck I've been given and be normal. I just didn't realise how different I was It started out as a normal day, but I guess that's how most stories start. I was excited for Christmas, I knew that would be the day my mum would finally tell me about my dad. I guess she did in a way, but after what happened it's safe to say I could have figured it out myself. It all started a week before my sixteenth birthday. It was a normal day, as most stories start, I didn't mean to set my school on fire. Read as Cosimia gets dragged into a world she knows nothing about, filled with magic, mystery and maybe even love. Read as she meets a boy with mysterious blue eyes and a lot of secrets.
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My name is Isabella. I'm 16 years old. My mother disappeared when I was 6. My father was killed in a car accident when I was 10. Now with no relatives to call my own I've been through 12 foster homes. Each time the parents would keep me till they found out that I'm not normal. I started college level studies, two years ago. I'm homeschooled, well self schooled. Then there's my eyes. I have a bright purple eye on my right and a dark cloud grey eye on the left. That freaks people out the most. Now I'm going to a new foster home number 13. But this time no one greets me. And the house is huge and dark. I feel something I've never felt before. Fear. Not to mention the secret I've held dear to me for so long. Is going to get a lot harder to hide.

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