Where Love and Danger Lie
a lack of my trying to find out, I had asked everyone who ever rejected me. I even tried to beat it out of Gabe Young once. He had called me Lonely Girl like it was some sort of an insult.
win my own confidence back when I felt down. I had made a tally diary that I had started from when I was little. Each time I let the bullying get the best of me and came out feeling like I was stronger. I would make another notch in the diary. It's how I started to survive that part of my childhood. By the time I reached Senior year, my diary was almost full. My childhood otherwise was a happy one; I had an amazing father, a loving mother and that stereotypical kind grandfather. I wouldn't say I was s
s had bows in her hair, family heirloom pearls around her neck and her mother loved to dress her in pink. She was happy to be my friend at first because of the unique color of my eyes and told me she liked my personality. Violet was a color she had always loved and so given the chance to be friends with someone with eyes in her favorite color, she jumped
estate was a forest that had uniquely black barked trees behind it. No where in the world had a forest like the one behind Blackwood Deep. I had once asked father if they painted the trees with tar or black paint or if they were burned. Father merely gave a deep throaty laugh and said they grew that way naturally. " My darling
ig hug and it was like hugging a aromatherapy bear that exuded warmth and calm. I always thought if he wasn't a Batiste, everyone in Everly would feel like being in his presence just to be calm and happy. It did wonders when you wanted to calm a crying five-year-old. That day I had been hysterical because I was promptly told that I should just go somewhere quietly and die because I was an ugly cootie girl. At that time, I had not known how to cope with
e of her only child. I will get over it soon, I just need a little while to be angry. I think I will go up to my studio and vent my anger. It's better than the alternative and we both know exactly what that is. We never give in to our instincts but trust me I am on the edge." He hugged my mother and cupped her face in his hand, "I understand my dear, I'm just as angry but we need to maintain peace here for the end goal of our home." My grandfather, at this point had grabbed my hand to escort me into the manor, " Talia, we will just have to toughen her up for the next 12 years. She naturally will have built up her defenses by the time we send her to Lune de Minuit University. She'll always need to be on her guard both here and there. Her