I sulkily clambered up the window frame as there was no other way, unfortunately the rough stone tore at my dress. There was a giant rip where the pocket of my cute skirt should have been. I moaned, my parents were going to skin me alive.
Then I thought about what Julian said his words echoed in my head, why not let it go? Just because my parents care, doesn't mean I have to care, right?
On a piece of blank lined paper I wrote:
MY PLEDGE FROM THIS DAY ON:
1.I will be carefree, I will be fierce, I will be strong, I will SLAY!
But that was just pathetic...
simple words couldn't change my life, and I knew it.
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The Designer Girl
Teen FictionSasha's a model, well almost- at least. But being its a model has its ups and downs, especially if you were FORCED to do it. It's time Sasha faces ongoing family problems, even if that means chasing and hunting for a dark secret that has to be unc...
