We were the first to get to a white building, where everything was polished, everything was shiny, everything was spotlessly clean. A receptionist greeted us, she leads us there. When she looked at the sorry state of my face, her face turned into a small frown. We were lead to a room, where there were many adults walking around attending to things. I was the first to come.
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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...
