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"Dad" I say wide eyed. 'I pray to God in Heaven he didn't just see that' "Serenity what do you think you're doing?" He asks with a very mad expression. 'Yup,he saw' "I can explain all of this sir,we just have to speak about all of this in private.Preferably at your house." The drive back was a long awkward one. 'I'm even surprised that he let Cold into the car after he saw me kiss him.' Cold turn from the passengers seat to smile at me, only to turn around just as fast when my dad sent a glare at him that could put a blind man to shame. When we got home Cold offered to help me with the bags but dad interrupted as soon as he sat his eyes on me. He said "She is a strong girl she can carry them herself." Not exactly something I would be expecting to hear. I carry the bags up to my room and get the teddy bear Cold gave me when I was a child, along with the note, to show proof that he had given them to me....
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Hours after the experience with the mirror, Cold left but only after receiving hard looks from Braxton once again and Braxton whispering into his ear, "Now I trust you and Mother Nature with all this talk and I want my daughter to be happy and you seem like you love her, but if you hurt my daughter Cold, I will hurt you." Serenity, still tapping at the mirror was startled when her father tapped her on the shoulder. "Oh, dad, I'm still a little stumped by all of this.I knew Cold wasn't human but I had no idea how beautiful his world could be." "Yes,it is very beautiful. Serenity, I have to talk to you about something." He said as he began to walk down the hallway. In the living room, there were two cups of warm milk sitting on the coffee table. "What did you want to talk to me about?" She said as she began drinking her milk. "I know that you seem to love Cold just as much as he loves you, so Serenity, I want you to be happy....
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A soft moan was heard from a 12-year-old boy with tanned skin and long, wavy hair that reached his waist. His stature was that of large and plump. He stood 5'0, rather short for his age. He wore a mixed expression of anger and sleep. "Zeke!" A female voice called his name. He modeled a large white shirt with green pajama pants and sandals on his feet. He trotted down the hallway of the medium four-bedroom house he lived in with his mother, grandfather, and father - occasionally. His father always went away when his birthday came around-October 17. He slowly reached the kitchen, sitting down at the table where he saw his mother, with the same warm brown eyes he always had known. And waffles. "Are you excited for your first day of middle school?" His mother asked him, smiling at him. "No, I'm a target." "Target?" He nodded. "I'm short, fat, look like a girl, and have super long hair. target." She smiled at her son ...
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