MAFIA_QUEEN

MIA   
My parents think I would grow better at my grandparent's. So we shift to our old place, where I grew up. It's nothing new, but everything seems new. Being a clumsy person, everyone thought I was a weirdo. And I think people will think the same about me here, except I make some good friends. I get interested into a boy, who's different. VERY DIFFERENT. Keeps to himself. Unusually pale and white. Gorgeous like hell. But something about me makes him sick, I don't know what. And within a day, he starts to hate me. He avoids me. And is rude and cold whenever I talk to him. But I like him, and I can't stop liking him. 

CHASE
Everything was good, until she came. Everyone knew to keep their distance from me, they were scared of me at some point. But she, she wasn't. It caught my attention. But it was best if she stayed away from me. I had secrets, she didn't wanna know. So I started to be mean to her. I thought being cold to her, would make her hate me.
I and my brothers keep things to our selves, and keep our distance.  But even being mean and cold couldn't get her to hate me. I feel like loosing my control. I knew I liked her too. But keeping my distance was best.
I have secrets that could get her life in danger.

*COVER DOESN'T BELONG TO ME. ALL THE CREDITS TO THE OWNER*

MARKED BY HIM

I stare at the colorful sky as we move towards our new home. Birds chirping in the forest that surrounds the road. I could see a small town nearing as we move.


"Well, darling, do you like the scenery?" Mom asked.


"Don't worry love, you'll love it here" Dad assured.


We neared the town, it wasn't huge, but it wasn't small either. People waved at my father as we drove. Dad waved back to them. 


"Love, I have a surprise for you" Dad announced as we stopped at a villa, not so big. But bigger than our older home. The one in California.


"I got grandpa's old car repaired. You can have it"


"Really!?" I said cheerfully for the first time.


I followed dad to the garage, and I saw a old Mercedes, black, parked there. It wasn't best, but the best I could've asked for. My dad had a BMW, which was very precious to him, so he was unwilling to share it with me. 


Then we went to our car, where mom was waiting.


I wen into the house, it was still the same. 3 bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen. In the past, one bedroom belonged to mom and dad, another belonged to grandpa and grandma and the other was mine.


I went to the only bedroom on the top floor to see if it was still the same. It was. My bedroom was still in nude pink, a queen sized bed, with pink bedsheet and fluffy pillows. The wall in front of the bed, bared a tv. The wall beside the bed had a huge window, it also had a study desk. The desk still had my pencil stand and a picture of me, mom-dad and grandpa and grandma.


I went down to check out the other rooms, which were same. We hadn't been in this house since grandpa and grandma's death, in an accident. Which was 5 years ago, when I was 12 years old. We shifted to California when I was 10.


After I checked out the house, I helped mom and dad get our stuff inside the home. I made my bed and unpacked my things and placed them. 


Then I went down for dinner, Mom was tired so we decided to visit a nearby burger shop, which dad said I used to love when I was a kid.


"Sleep early, darling. You've got school tomorrow" Mom aid when we returned home.


New beginning. I was very bad at new beginnings. In my old place, people thought I was a weirdo, I was clumsy. And I never could fit in there.


And I knew people here would think I'm weird too. I opened my phone to check out my last school's class group. The teacher had left the group. There were many messages from the group.


UNKNOWN: "Reached the old town, weirdo?"


UNKNOWN: "So thankful she finally left"


UNKNOWN: "Good, that she left. She could never have fitted here"


I closed the phone. I knew the same would happen to me here.


NEW HOME