A R M I N O
She was the epitome of perfection. Blonde hair, blue eyes, legs that never ended and an impeccable fashion taste.
He was the epitome of affliction. Jet black hair, damaged eyes, ink marring his body and a passion to fight.
Yet, she...
Adrianna Novak entered her home, the permanent stench of cigarettes, alcohol and sex invading her nostrils the second she stepped in.
"Mum, I'm back!" She called into the empty living room and sighed.
She stripped out of her hand me down jeans and tight top that most of her friends thought were fashion statements, slipping on one of her brother's old T-shirts.
Without her mother, she had no money to buy a dress and so, she set off, doing her make up the natural way, pinching her cheeks to bring some colour into them.
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Caelen Armino entered his home, the smell of a delicious meal wafting through the pristine white rooms.
He called for his parents, trying to tell them he'd be out all night but they weren't home, and even if they were, they didn't care enough to respond.
He flung his expensive watch aside and grabbed the first shirt he could find, hurrying out of his home as quickly as he'd come in, unable to breathe in all the dollar bills anymore.
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