Page 303 of Wrong Pucking Player

A tiny pinch within me wonders if I entered this world of strong family lineages, bloodlines, money, and power and was trained the right way, would I become someone whose name leaves people trembling in fear?

I guess we’ll never know.

It’s heartbreaking to accept, but that’s how life has always been for me.

Alexandra Mackenzie Andrews.

Strattonville’s orphan child.

The pitiful girl with no real future.

Heartbreaking…

Kenzie Sofiya Androsovs.

Kidnapped child from Moscow.

Unknown past and shattering future.

What would you become if you were allowed to spread your wings and fly?

When my eyes close, the heaviness that comes with those memories fades away, like the rest of reality.

Despite feeling as though I’m rising upward, my mind is still lost in that tranquil descent.

The thought of making a wish comes to my mind like a child getting ready to blow out a row of candles.

“Make a wish, Mackenzie!”

My eyes look across the birthday cake to see bright blue ones.There’s my brunette best friend, the one girl who made life easier with just her existence.

“Make a wish,” she repeats with the biggest smile on her bright red lips.

Red suits her so well…

I’d never forget her.

Mikayla Cross Johnson, my best friend who saved me from even myself.

Staring down at the cake, I can only smile as I take a deep breath.

I wish I could forget the past… and just start over.

To start over again.

With nothing holding me back…

I blow the candles out with all my might, hoping my wish will come true.

But as the candles go out and the world is left in black, I begin to see things I never remembered before.

Memories.

Beautiful memories.

Skating with my first pair of skates, my hands in the firm hold of a woman and a man with their wide, smiling faces.

The fancy dresses.

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