Anastasia
Packing my backpack, I glanced at my room for the last time. Sighing heavily, I left my room with my backpack on my back. I have to go even when I don't want to go to my abandoned home.
Walking to the stairs, I began remembering the first day I came to his home with him and Emma.
The meeting with his siblings was not good, but not that bad. I thought they were arrogant, spoilt brats, but god, I was wrong. They are different than the kids I have ever come across.
They show what they actually are with no sugar-coating words and no fake smiles, perfectly reliable for me. I was never the kind of person who trusted Emma with anyone, not even my neighbor aunt who was there to raise my bunny. But with the Knight twins, it was different.
Sometimes I kind of feel abandoned by Emm
