Its been two months since her Mothers death and the girl was wandering the streets in search of a morsel to eat or a alley to sleep in. She had fled from the hostel grip that was her Father. She was looking down at her bruised and un-washed feet when she slammed into someones chest.
"Hn." The voice was obviously male as she picked herself up and dusted off what was once her skirt but now seemed to be a make-shift pair of shorts.
"Sorry." She murmmered under breath as she walked away but felt a hand on sholder.
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Hi! I'm Ophelia Young, the one-and-only daughter of Chase Young. & believe me life isn't all peachy being next in line to rule the world. Or going to a school which is infested with your ex-boyfriends. Aswel as the fact that I'm going there with my latest!!! Anyway read on, who knows maybe you'll learn something..... about ruling the world that is twisted
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