PROLOGUE

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┌─── ∘°❉°∘ ───┐WHO THE FUCK IS ASHLEY GOODE?

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WHO THE FUCK IS ASHLEY GOODE?

╭┈──── ◌ೄ◌ྀ ˊˎ ASHLEY GOODE HATED HER family

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╭┈──── ◌ೄ◌ྀ ˊˎ ASHLEY GOODE HATED HER family. God, it seemed like such a cliche, but that cliche had become her fucking life. She was born into the founding family of Sunnyvale, so much hope in the eyes of her parents, their third beautiful child, finally a girl, but that hope would soon fade. Growing up, Ashley was never one to be ‘lady-like’ or any of that shit, no matter how much her parents tried to force her into dresses and manners. It never stuck. 

Ashley liked freedom, and whenever she skipped class to go into the woods between her school and the divide between Sunnyvale and Shadyside, that freedom began a reality for her. The nature, the peacefulness, the wild, everything was so fascinating, and that was when her parents decided she could go to camp with her brothers. They decided that if their youngest child was going to be rebellious, she could show that rebelliousness for one summer every year and then keep to herself for the rest of the time. It didn’t exactly work like that, but it helped a little bit.

Her relationship with her brother’s could be worded as complicated, or convoluted, or tricky. It wasn’t as if they hated each other, because that wasn’t it, no, it was the fact that there was such an obvious divide between Ashley and the two boys. Nick and Will were followers, at least that’s what they were to Ashley, as much as Nick was shown to be the leader of people, because no matter what, they would follow their mother’s instructions. When their father was still alive, his word was law in their house, and Ashley was the only one who had ever gone against him. She didn’t regret it, but she did sometimes think what would have happened if she had just done what she had been told while he was still alive.

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