Amaris's POV
My mother rejected to tell me how she knew about Scott and Stiles. But know one thing very clearly it has something to do with my painting which I somehow accidentally left in the woods yesterday night. Cause right now it is on my bed. Maybe Scott and Stiles brought it.
"Whatever."-I said and shook my head. Dropping my bag on the white furniture in my room. And then moved inside the bathroom and moved to the walk-in closet.
I threw off my clothes and stood there in my tank top and jeans. There was a small scratch on my shoulder which was very old. I removed my tank top and turned. The small tattoo on my neck being visible for a slight second until my hair again drew the curtain on them. It's a tattoo I have from the last 5 years. I was 11 and completed my training. My teacher said that with this tattoo she marks me well versed in every form of martial arts. A complete weapon. A self-assessed warrior. I still remember the fighting forms she used to tell. The strategies other than fighting she reminded me.
"Fear cuts deeper than swords."-I said as I placed my palm on the mirror. Sighing I turned and took few steps away. I turned back to the mirror. I rapidly threw punches in the air and stopped in front of the mirror. My fist is only an mm away from the mirror.
"I still remember."-I said and turned away from the mirror and open it. I took off the pendant I was wearing and hung it on one of the many wooden sticks filled with accessories.
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Her closet
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