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ll my stuff in my suitcase. I was done packing, and was about stepping out when I sited the pictu

e floating up from downstairs. "Keira, are you ready?" she called, the hint of urgency threading through her

strange. I heaved my suitcase into the boot, then slid into the passenger seat, feeling the cool leather beneath me as Mom turned the key in the ignition,

respond, getting lost in the world of my book. "Just tell me! I'm not wearing my glasses!" she insisted, her voice teasing yet tinged with genuine c

to level up in life, but that same pesky monster keeps blocking your path," Mom mused, glancing over at me for a moment. "But one day, when yo

fresh chapter. Better? Damn it, Keira! Now we'll be the main characters of our own story!" Mom's voice rose with enthusiasm, clearly trying to inject some positivity into our situation. "Your story, Mom. Mine

anger flaring up like a match to kindling at the mention of his name. It felt like our conversation was a whirlwind, and I was caught right in the middle, unsur

not in the mood right now," I mumbled, glancing out the window as we cruised along the road. "Sweetheart, St. Marie is a fantastic school. They have an amazing volleyball team! You'll be the captain in no t

ses, but one mansion in particular caught my eye. Mom parked and pressed a button on her key fob, causing the grand entrance to open with a flourish, as if welcoming us home. As we stepped out of the car, I took a moment to soak in my surroundings. The mansion loomed before me, majestic and surrounded by trees that whispered secrets in the wind. Four maids stood outside, their smiles as warm as the summer sun, wa

ad to guess. "No, really! I can do it myself!" I insisted, trying to wrestle my suit

in," I said, watching him hoist my suitcase with ease and carry it inside like it was a feather. Mom and James strolled over to me, and I c