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I definetly didn't do it. No. I didn't murder my own sister over a worthless jockish guy. Fuck. I do have blood over me. No. No. Blood was crying over my torso. I had tears. No. Am I really a bitch?DESCRIPTION - It wasn't me, I cried out to them, but they wouldn't listen. There was blood, all over my torso, my legs, everywhere. There was a dagger in my hand, splattered with red. My sister's limp, lifeless body lay on the staircase of the apartments. What a bad reputation I would have now. Me, a sparkly celebrity, dreaming to life my life wisely. It' ruined. I cant change it. I spilled my dreams on the floor. And became a murderer. Never to be forgotten. The day my sister fell in love with a thai jock, I ruined her life for her. Wow. I really am such a bitch.ABOUT - Zara wants to update her reputation and doesn't want to keep hiding her jealousy forever. Jealous of lives who are better. Jealous of having everything in either none, or small amounts. Zara takes on her jealousy as an action, and takes on murder to her bigger sister, Ethera. All because of wanting Astrax. And Zara keeps doing these challenges and marks it off her list of everything she wants. She knows that she is wrong. But she wants to feel good. But then she realises... that after all that, Zara will then just forever feel bad. (I know, basic storyline. But read my other stories for better experience this book is just like a random idea)โฆ
