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HAT'S go

and I will follow shortly." Her mother forced a smile

grabbed her h

ed. A moment of hesitati

sing the trap door, her hand reaching out to hold her daughter's cheek. "Be brave. Alwa

to crawl out, her nails clutching her mother's ar

she was about to do. She shoved her daughter back and the girl hissed in pain at the impact of the cold, hard cement. B

heart and she covered her mou

trésor. We love you so much." Her mother sobbed and she bit her palm to stop the sound. "Pro

y both knew: the devil had g

rug and with one last longing look, she ran; leaving be

er came

er mother told her not to do. Her l

scre

ears

hed up to place designer sunglasses atop the bridge of a regal nose. Soft, luscious lips parted as the tall beauty sighed. She reached down to adjust her outfit; a simple floral skirt with a plain white top. The gold necklac

ags and suitcases he would deliver to her quarters from around back. All she had to do was to

ion of his 'kitten' nickname for her in french. Ronaldo was more of a grandfather to her than her real one. She shivered at the memor

shoo, " she giggled and he smiled softly, love eviden

arents were murdered, she had tried again and again to reconnect with her motherland in respect to her parents' memo

epted people that have experienced horrors and survived it physically and mentally. That was the entrance exam. And the only way for you to get in was if you received an invite from the school president herself. Natasja didn't expect that letter to be handed to her one day by her sch

er. She spent hours a day overcoming her fear of gunshots and guns, gripping it too tightly and shakily most of th

s murder of the billion-dollar couple in front of their only d

ning, and she was determined to make the most of it for her parents. With a positive note on her mind, she strode forward

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aesidio Academy engraved in gold. The door was unnecessarily tall, and she briefly wo

arble that shined against the contrast of the stones. The steps and floor leading into the inside was of white marble as well and gave the entire place a sophisticated feel. The vast

e she could, however, a transparent screen appeared at th

ear from the panel as though it were an actual person standing right the

ed with technology ten years more advanced than the modern

and she felt a slight vibration as the computer analyzed her fingerprints. In just s

ace seem bigger and more pristine. She saw frosted glass doors to the sides and briefly wondered where they all led to. T

there except he

e echoed. It was

anse of space to stand in front of it. And when she had done so, a shadow in it

d. Her green eyes widened

White shark. An

ruck. Its large fins stayed in place and its razor sharp teeth were almost glinting. Natasja released

do that if

right beside her, maki

ts and a plain white shirt. Her hands were placed inside her pockets, her posture prope

ars accompanying her mother to fashion shows or beauty contests. Being raised i

jaw, her throat, her lips or even her long natural lashes; it was her aura. S

nce more. She didn't want to show that this wom

and dark. "She doesn't

her again. "And ho

she's jus

en you get caught staring at someone you woul

so. Her face had perfect symmetry and deserved to be on every beauty magazine on earth. It

ered together in harmony they would have resided in

e stu

e had a faraway look in her eyes. Maybe she's... No of course not. Natasja ment

a dimple popped out. "Feel at home. Quarters ar

rned and walked away, the heels of he

. She sighed and looked back at the tank in front of her. Th

ching her attention. It was a golden pl

ca, the Blind

near or on the glass, due to the shark's condit

he letterings wi

n's accented voice sounded in her mind

zation daw

s she doing here?" she

ho is