HAZEL’S POV
The cold evening breeze hit my skin, flipping the pages of the book I held in my hand. In the middle of the flowers and trees, I felt at peace. This place, was indeed my sanctuary. I flipped back the pages and began to read through the book Celeste had given me.
It was a story about a bird, that wanted freedom from his family, but suffered the consequences for being rebellious. It had a very terrible end, but it was rather enjoyable.
The soft rustling of the grass caught my attention and I looked up from my book, to see Celeste walking up to me. She had a stern look on her face and I wondered what I had done this time.
“What have you done this time?”
Her question threw me off and I tilted my head to the side. “What do you mean? Did I do anything wrong?”
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