"How old are you?" The uncle spit out these words from his smoke-filled mouth.
"Fifteen" the girl replied, her harsh tone leaving no room for doubt. Her long, lazy hair only reached her shoulders, inadvertently revealing her coldness and arrogance.
"Are you there yet? Why did it take so long?" Something strange flashed through his deep eyes.
Her parents died in a car accident, and she was abandoned at the age of 5. Opportunities are not stinky ducklings. They pluck their feathers with sparkling blood. The swans also create themselves...