"Pretty girls like you get lost in these woods all the time, Alexa."
On the night of Sebastián's annual Beginning of Summer Bash, amiable and adventurous Melody Tryniski went missing. What might have appeared as a juvenile escapade - a casual incide...
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Let's not forget that racism STILL exists in our world (sadly). The more we portray its existence, being with any person of the poc community (African-Americans, Asians, Latinos, Arabs, etc), the more we bring awareness to this problem.
The views/expressions/language used in this chapter are NOT my personal opinion or take of the world! I'm Latina and I've had horrible experiences with racism (it isn't pretty at all, it's gut wrenching).
With that being said, the word 'n---er' is used in this chapter in its entirety. My purpose is not to offend anyone, so if you feel uncomfortable with one of my characters saying the word, please tell me. I will censor it if this is the case.
Happy reading, loves ♡
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49 ALEXA KING -Present-
Levittown's woods October 28, 2018 4:00 a.m.
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THE HOUSE STANDS OMONIOUSLY in the middle of a circular grove. Vast land extends from all its sides, as if it were placed purposely in an undiscovered part of the world. There's grass dotting here and there, but humid dirt obscures its once vivid green to make of the land a dark brown muck. The dirt path that Melody mentioned in her letter is more solid than the rest of the land and rests in front of the house, just in the middle. The path snakes through the ground as if it were alive, resting beneath our shoes and extending behind us for miles and miles until it connects with our sacred rock.
