Snake eyes and Wicked Souls

Snake eyes and Wicked Souls

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Laila Stevenson was your average All-American teenager; she has dirty blonde hair, a tannish skin tone, and Emerald green eyes. She grew up in Los Angeles, California with her Older Brother Conner and younger Sister Maya. She was Captain of the Salisbury High Soccer team and she was Valedictorian. One night, however; she snuck out of her house to go to a party her parents forbid her to go to. On her way there she encountered something that would completely change her world as she knows it. Will she be able to return or will she be stuck in the alternate reality for the rest of her life?
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Her name was Gabriella Quintanilla. She was a senior in high school during this time. She had the looks, all the boys, the popularity, the clothes, and even the grades. And in no way was she ignorant of any of these things--quite the opposite. She knew that she was above average in most categories of life, and had no problem reminding people repeatedly of that fact. I'm not going to lie---I didn't like her. Not at all. To be completely honest, I threatened to kill her with my bare hands. And the scary thing is, I meant it. I wanted her to die. I imagined dark fantasies of the light fading from her eyes right before my own, her pleading for me to spare her life. And in my fantasies, I wouldn't listen and I didn't care. She had tortured me for five years and I was utterly and simply sick of it all. Sick of her. My animosity towards Gabriella was no secret among my peers. Not many people liked her, so it's not like I stood alone on the concept. However I was the only one who voiced a threat. THE threat. The threat that got me on a suspect list in some cop's notepad. They want to know if I killed her. If they knew the whole story, would they blame me if I did? ©Copyright Timara M. Lewis 2013

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