Madison Storm
I stormed away from the fake beach, my steps filled with the fire of anger. My clothes clung to my wet skin, an inconvenient reminder of an event I couldn't recall. What just happened? The frustration fueled my fury, and I seethed with every step.
"I can't believe this," I muttered to myself, my tone dripping with irritation. My mind raced to piece together the missing moments, but it was like trying to catch smoke with bare hands. I am wet, and... and what? Why can't I remember anything?
Stella's claim echoed in my ears, aggravating the situation further. The mere thought of Stella claiming to be my savior irked me beyond measure. A sneer etched itself on my face as I imagined the scenario.
"Saved by Stella? As if!" I scoffed, my voice carrying the disdain I felt. She's
